of course by nothing i mean doing lots of things really, like stretching your back while you yawn, singing in bed looking at the ceiling after having sang already in the shower for a while, listening to the sounds of life coming through the open window and guessing and picturing in your mind what every single sounds you hear is, reading a bit, perhaps finally leaving your bed at 3 PM to switch the computer on in order to put some sound track to this fantastic day of nothingness, dancing a bit to it, laying back again in bed and staring at the plants.
i already expressed a few times in this very blog my pity for those who are not capable of this type of happiness, my compassion for those who _need_ to _get things done_ all the time or feel bad about waking up late and such. today, instead, i’m making an appeal to everybody to reconsider the value of time, and to claim it as something worth enjoying in itself. there is really nothing like doing nothing. promise.