The Joy Of Doing Nothing
A summer reflection from the end of the world
As this blazing summer settles in, I found myself reading two essays lamenting the enormous and impossible task of doing nothing and accusing those who prefer quiet to noise as evil gentrifiers. (Both were in The Atlantic, naturally.) Allow me a brief dissent.
Doing nothing is glorious. It is one of life’s deepest pleasures and ultimate goals. Yesterday,…
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