What is life but a process of replacing one anxiety or desire with another, one addiction with the next? From babies, trends to jobs and lovers, we jump from one mind occupier to the next so afraid of “boring” solitude in the absence of worry or excitement. Even sleep has been hacked and occupied by the desires and worries of the consumerist culture.
Perhaps solitude is so disturbing because in boredom introspection faces us with the mirror of consciousness where we find the “I”, lonely, insecure, and confused fully aware of its mortality and irrelevance, secretly resigned to the emptiness of its existence, fully conscious of its dependence on the distance with the other. But a tweet or an email on a vibrating iPhone quickly rescues us from this depressing twilight zone back to the digital dimension that runs on busy, distractions and attention currency.