I’m never bored. I was sometimes when I was a child, before I knew what to do with the time, but never as an adult. I just want more time to think and read, but I will never get enough. No one does.

In his latest Financial Times column, Douglas Coupland writes about the modern boredom, which is interesting. An excerpt:

I think boredom has to be some sort of natural selection process. If it weren’t for boredom, our ancestors would have spent all their days in their caves, with no hunting or gathering, and then no wheels or fire or mathematics or HBO. …

Part of our new boredom is that your brain doesn’t have any downtime. Even the smallest amount of time not being engaged creates a spooky sensation that maybe you’re on the wrong track. Reboot your computer and sit there waiting for it to do its thing and within 17 seconds you experience a small existential implosion when you remember that 15 years ago life was nothing but that kind of moment. Gosh, maybe I’ll read a book. Or go for a walk.

Sorry.

Probably not going to happen. Hey, is that the new trailer for “Ex Machina”?•