MargenWe treat boredom as a fault to be repaired with a screen. It is the opposite: a sign that we are alive and out of line.
Boredom shows up when attention, free for a moment, finds nothing it really cares about. It is not emptiness: it is an emptiness that asks a question. It warns us that we are spending time on something we would not choose if we stopped to look.
We have learned to cover it before listening to it. Every time we fill that gap with a flick of the thumb, we mute the only part of us that can still tell what we want from what we have been taught to want. Someone who is never bored has lost the compass, not the course.