The devil of acedia starts by making the soul feel the weight of time; the day seems just endless. Then the victim, prey to a sentiment of emptiness, can no longer concentrate. He waits for it to end, hoping that someone will come to lend some substance to that day. But nothing and no one comes to fill that void. Besides, who could fill it, since it is interior?
The Noonday Devil: Acedia, the Unnamed Evil of Our Times
Jean-Charles Nault