ENNUI NOIR | Boredom implies a moment for reflection on ourselves , a moment of contemplation of Our own position of the world, and this takes time that is always missing. What is boring it doesn't dissolve the man but fertilizes the mankind in the horizontal line of the whole life: surrender us to the horizontal mortal in life, far away from all lower natures.
Boredom is a need forcing the man to work on himself and on his existence, not on a smooth surface but in the fears of the needs, where the game of the tedium is hard, miserable desire diggings in the linear treasure of eternity in order to become profound and circular joy. Getting used to the excitement of catching. Reacting to the bored calm of the associations and to be free from the accusations of being empty, sharply braking in the libido, where in the nighttime insomnia impossible alters in possible, with a monotonous stimulus generated by the psychotic sound of the materic sea of the outer world. And the external perception subtracts the behavior ,recalling scents of sap in vanilla; and connected to Vetyver and the complexity of a Patchouly of Sumatra, of Singapore and of the Borneo, it demolishes the wall of the hyperactive, where the empty time shapes himself as an horizon of possibility. It is no more a matter of spending the time, but accept its inexorable flow. The fog of the lost, living becomes massive into the heart, in the spellbound forest of the woods of cedar, on the damp carpet of the heliotrope, lover of that loneliness that keeps the eyes slightly shut. In the endless matter of the lost and rediscovered Time, the elevated reason ferments of the void in the void, with the history of a Myrtle, born as a thing from a poor land, raising and embracing to the lavender, outlining a straight road built in the transgression, main dark source for the research of satisfaction. The spirit of life is thirsty of