It's funny how life can become so filled-up and busy, and yet, in the eye of the hurricane, it's so damn boring. What, after all, is boredom. Is it under-stimulation or too much stimulation and overload? (No I think that's being "punch drunk"). I don't really know. I think the existentialists wrote about it, but I cut class when they were being taught.
I have no right to be bored. But what can you do? It just happens.
It is also so cold and icy here. Its about 2 degrees. The weather is the "objective correlative."
Here's what TS Eliot said about the uses of an objective correlative:
"The only way of expressing emotion in the form of art is by finding an "objective correlative"; in other words, a set of objects, a situation, a chain of events which shall be the formula of that particular emotion; such that when the external facts, which must terminate in sensory experience, are given, the emotion is immediately evoked.''
It's cold and boring here.
Yawn
