Its a place of unfinished work. Where the flies seem to go slower and land heavier, but you always miss them when you slap them.
Like a book that you have no interest in, but keep it to read to fall asleep to.
I wonder if some of the problems we have created, are because we do not teach children how to master the art of boredom. (Bored children get into mischeif, so you find out what kind of child you have, and how to correct them before it's too late. Good parents make sure their children have a moral code. You can't delegate that to a nursary teacher, and you need them with you until they go to day school to do that).
If our lives are so full, busy and frenetic, we don't have access to this fertile space called boredom.
This is the place of imaginings, recollections, revelations, and inspiration.
This ribbon of sanity that laces together the corset of our lives.
You need to have time to feel bored, and learn how to 'let it all hang out' without suffocating yourself, and everyone else with forever doing, wanting, getting.