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It's a quiet week on RGL - almost too quiet. In our bustling metropolis the stream of information is constant, leading to an eerie stillness when it ceases. A precious moment to pause for reflection, or an intolerable vacuum that must urgently be filled? The delight of a cancelled appointment is short-lived, the infinite to-do list expanding to fill the fleeting space in the diary. The freedom of an unexpected snow day is nullified by the inability to escape the cosy duvet of entropy: the day has been called off - nothing further of value may occur! Equally as inevitable are the feelings of guilt around 'wasting time', by failing to either contribute to or consume the barrage of information thrust upon us. But how can inspiration or creativity strike without space to think? When the apple fell from the tree, Newton was sitting on his arse doing precisely nothing. Archimedes required quality chillaxing time in the bath to arrive at his 'Eureka!' moment. Until the advent of fully automated luxury communism, our social and cultural expectations will continue to demand that our productivity matches the overwhelming shower of information to be absorbed and obligations to be met, and thus our collective ideas and dreams will be stifled. So let's make the most of a quiet week and spend the recovered time wisely. In fact, why not muse further on the nature of meditative solitude and its effect on creativity in a post-capitalist society over a breakfast at Bermondsey Bar and Kitchen, the subject of this week's featured article?