Boredom is the worst thing. Stagnant mind, stagnant soul. Minutes go slower and all you can think about is the crap in life, the minor, unimportant details.

Give me air, give me crisis, give me changes of mind. Give me a day where you end up somewhere different than where you started out. Give me a minute of shock, of readjustment. Let me smell something musty, something out-of-place – snap me back to a moment decades ago.

Show me a glimpse of possibles that I don’t think are possible. Use a word that I’ve never heard that explains how you feel, a feeling I’ve never felt before.

Twist my expectations so I can’t see more than 10 minutes away – start running when I’m ready to sit down, ask me questions when all I want to do is de-focus.

Bring me life that I know exists, in this – this regularity that everyone so enjoys.