I wish I had a hobby, I'm exhausted from doing all those calculations and everyone expects me to know it all. The scientist was disappointed in his life, he had imagined it all very differently. His head had run out the moment he was named Einstein. There was nothing left to discover or investigate because everything was already in the Book of Genius Records, at least for those who could pay to be listed there.
What do you think, he asked his roommate who was tired of looking at the bored head of his mate who was killing his own creativity with his endless whining.
Here... He set up an easel with a brand new canvas. This is excellent therapy for those who don't know what to do next. Take a brush and paint the canvas and don't bother me until the entire canvas is covered.
Einstein sat down on the jar in a haggard mood and stared at the brush pressed in his hand. Oh why not, he thought, I have nothing better to do and before he knew it, hours had passed and the canvas was filled with what he later called: The Explosion of my Mind.
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The title is the prompt and provided by @daily.prompt