Already in 1877, Robert Louis Stevenson called busyness a “symptom of deficient vitality,” and observed “a sort of dead-alive, hackneyed people about, who are scarcely conscious of living except in the exercise of some conventional occupation.” And, after all, we only go around once. Seneca, in “On the Shortness of Life,” describes the horror of looking back to see that life has slipped between our fingers.
from How to Do Nothing
This is not a particularly fun tiddler to write.
I am very interested in the theory of work: to understand why we do what we do, which were the trends leading to the current situation, and what we can aim for in the (near) future.
And in the meantime — unless a great opportunity arises — I'll be (formally) unemployed.