Superficial Intelligence
Or the speed at which thinking curdles.
Longer arguments for lingering, refusing false importance, and keeping better company with the world.
Begin with Issue 0: The Gazette of Refusal →Or the speed at which thinking curdles.
Montaigne loses an argument in his tower, a ninth-century monk shares his cell with Pangur Bán, and the one creature that moved in with us and declined employment.
Three pensioners assemble at a trench in March, the Italians who catalogued them, and unpaid attention as the last incorruptible civic instrument.
Fifteen thousand hospital rooms, an acronym invented half out of tenderness, the useful phrases of the funeral line, and the final stillness that waits for everyone, written by the man who stood in it.
The face people made on trains, the wool-gathering idioms that kept the map, and the device that annexed every waiting room where the mind used to wander.
Luke Howard names the sky in 1802, Goethe writes fan mail to a chemist, Constable spends two summers flat on a heath, and the amateurs get a new cloud into the atlas.
Six hours beside moving water, Izaak Walton in a burning century, and the old man on the Wei who fished with a straight hook until a king arrived.
The charge that idleness is a luxury of the comfortable, met head-on, from the old women on a Transylvanian bench to the enclosure of the idle hour and the eight-hour movement that fought to win it back.
Why the industrious mind cannot forgive Europe its afternoons; with a detour through the noon of the East and the workshops of Japan.
Attention is the one possession that cannot be taken from you. It can only be surrendered, which is why so much has been built to persuade you to surrender it.
Why the wellness industry loves rest, fears idleness, and has spent a great deal of money to keep you from noticing the difference.
Why a person formed by old books moves through the present as a slightly foreign country.
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