Nothing Means Something

I used to be very good at doing nothing. I'd go for a walk nowhere in particular, lie on the beach, look at the clouds. If I were feeling ambitious, I might light a cigar.

Those were heady days, and I slept well. But nowadays, if I have nothing to do, I do something instead. I didn't have to write this little essay, for instance. Before doing nothing became a lost art, one that I had put a lifetime of training into, I would have gone up to the roof deck for a good nap. I definitely would not have taken...

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