Brown Study

I do get terrible attacks of brown study. Whereby one is almost overwhelmed by a feeling of impenetrable ennui. It is not melancholy but instead a feeling of deflation and boredom that sits atop my head at times.

The radio in my car drives me to misery. The conversations with colleagues bore me to tears. The posturing and intellectualising proffered by those around me fill me with a sense of under-whelming.

I go to the gym and am bored.

Maybe I’ll cheer up once I get to play with a kaleidoscope.