Boredom didn’t die—it was ritualistically slaughtered by the architects of distraction, its corpse paraded through the digital streets while we cheered, unaware of what we had truly lost. They told you boredom was the enemy, but what if it was the last thing keeping you human? What if the endless noise, the flashing lights, the algorithmic opium were never meant to entertain you, but to pacify you? Sit still, if you can. This one’s going to hurt.