This weekend, a vapid experience, spent supine and jacked-in. It dissolved into time like Berocca into warm water, not because I was having fun, but because, so idle, so empty was it that I have no memory to consider.
It brings to mind the contradiction of those people that spend their time doing nothing complain fiercely of being busy, yet those that spend it actively seem to fill their lives with such wonderful diversity.
It seems to me that the more you have to fill your life, the more life you get to be filled.
End note :- This is totally worth your time.