The cohort of people that grew up before access to constant and instantaneous entertainment is shrinking. Our screens (of all shapes and sizes) make it easier to ensure the dull roar of boredom is a faint whisper.

Of course, we've perfected this new kind of mundane self-distraction. We seamlessly shift from one screen to another. Videos, television, podcasts, music, audio books - we ensure that our experience is never empty.

But how many of your fondest memories are forged in this purgatorial state between focus and nothingness? How many of these memories are marked by the uncomfortable shifting to evade the absence of engagement?

Maybe we'll find that the salvation of meaningful experiences creeps in only when we feed it space. Maybe we'll find that clarity and nostalgia are fueled by boredom.
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