Being a heart, he has no chance for boredom. He is beating every moment of the day and night. He thinks boredom is like being dead while still having the benefits of life. Boredom isn't like sleep since boredom isn't restful. It isn't like meditation because the mind is blank with a touch of complaint.
Heart tries to lie very still.
Outside he hears a robin scolding his neighbor's cat. He hears a buzz saw and the bouncing of a basketball. I'm a total flop, he thinks. Surely, if he were smarter, he could dig to the root of boredom and find a cure. He imagines the joyful cries of the afflicted.