It’s when you find yourself failing, despite desperate efforts, to busy with something. Then you let your mind linger for a little while – to that vast and empty space where you could pour in a good amount of your own ideas and imaginations. Or some fiend beat you to pouring in his own ideas to distort yours. So you stop as you recall and recoil in thought: an idle mind? The devil’s workshop?
Danger zone. Fat chance.
So your hand reach the nearest sensible soft- or hardbound. Familiar feel of fiction: unsatisfactory. Not enough to satiate. So you fidget around still, finding more than fiction. And – yep – there goes sensibility. You grab hold – eyes wide – of that bulky boredom of a book.
Textbook on the PHILIPPINE CONSTITUTION.
Welcome to this rare occasion of swotting.
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