We have become a society that is allergic to the “Gap.” The Gap is that thirty-second wait for an elevator, the five minutes spent standing in line for a flat white, or the hour-long commute on a train. In the modern world, these gaps are seen as wasted space—voids to be filled instantly with a scroll, a podcast, or a text. But as an editor, I’ve learned that the “Gap” is where the actual work happens. In music, it’s the silence between the notes that makes the melody. In prose, it’s the white space that makes the text readable. In life, it’s the waiting that makes the thinking possible. 1.…