BORED

Bored. Bored. BLOODY BORED.

Boredom.
Like a kingdom.
A big, grey realm of not even nothing.
Just nothing much.
And in that barren place
A defiant urge to not be worn down.
To create.
Imagine.
Do.
Make something, anything, that wasn’t there before.
Something interesting, stimulating, annoying, annoying, delightful.
Rules that make a simple spherical object blossom into The Beautiful Game.
Sequences of cards that, played in the correct order, can win or lose fortunes.
Music that vibrates the soul…
… until it doesn’t anymore.
Excitement dulls down.
And it all starts over again.