There is much to be said for doing nothing.

His word rang in her ears.
She felt a sense of joyous rebelliosness.
A kindred spirit in a world where striving to stay busy, productive, entertained and entertaining was never questioned but rather seen as the foundation of a satisfying life – a worthy life deserving of rewards.

His words brought her a moment of relief.

She often wondered if doing nothing was even really possible. The act of doing nothing was actually in itself doing something.
And she would try to imagine true nothingness. The absolute absence of anything, even the experience of this nothingness.
It is hard to imagine something you’ve never experienced in some way or other.

She would try and see a space in her minds eye where slowly, piece by piece everything she could think of would be removed. Colours, air, light, darkness, textures, gravity, pressure, all physical sensations, emotions, thoughts, sounds, impulses, movements, vibrations, dust, all matter, all dimensions and time – then she would remove herself observing that space. And then eventually the space itself.
Total absence. Unfathomable to the human mind. If that is what death brings or where it takes us, no wonder people get scared and will do anyhting to distract themselves from even the possibility that nothingness is all there will be in the end. Or maybe it is the not knowing what will happen as we step through deaths door that freaks us out.
She liked imagining the unimaginable.