«Boredom, in its uncut state, is a force. To know it takes a mind of unassuagable restlessness – which pays that mind no compliment, as it implies neither curiosity nor any particular capacity for insight. Nor can such a mind ever disarm its own boredom by meditating upon nothing.
Instead it perfects its obsession, its meditation upon one thing: in this we also lose the self, but bargain away the whole world too, in exchange for a profound intimacy with the Speyside malts, postage stamps, death, the feet of women.»
Don Paterson, The Blind Eye (a book of late advice).
