I had forgotten how to daydream.
I prescribe it to my children, as a medicine they are loathe to swallow. ‘Daydream. Get bored. Get off the screens,’ is my smug refrain that I delight in refraining. I find genuine joy watching how painful they find being bored because I also know that in any moment, there will be a ‘click’ and they’ll be soon deep in a …
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