Lately I’ve been waking up every morning bored with life. I then live my days, blazed and confused, until I fall asleep bitter with boredom. Now I should be grateful given that excitement–for me–usually comes in the form of strife, stress or disappointment. Furthermore, I recognize that these unprecedented times are not just a plague on the physical health of our species, but also poisonous to the social contracts and constructs that provide us with peace of mind and a sense of personal utility. Nevertheless, I know my boredom is my own creation and when it explodes in a blaze of glorious pandemonium; that, too, will be my doing.