The title’s rather odd. The last time I was at Sonya’s Garden, there was a scheduled workshop that I really wanted to attend - a travel writing workshop with a short course on The Art of Doing Nothing. Now, while “doing nothing” may mean something worthwhile (well, it could, if you’ll think about the many things you can process in your mind while sitting still, for instance), ”wasting time” is an entirely different endeavor. I don’t think there’s anything positive I can salvage from the phrase. Since “art” is the conscious production of something that affects the sense of beauty, I can safely say that I’m no artist; just another doofus who spaces out at times and realizes that time has been passing me by faster than I can keep the kitchen sinks spot-free. Sure, after some time, I get to write nonsense posts such as this one. See, I’m just wasting your time. Come back some other day, will you please? I promise to have something more worth your while.
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