A publisher sent me this poem by Elisa Gabbert in The New York Review of Books, its called "New Theories on Boredom" by Elisa Gabbert, it ends like this:

'It takes a special kind of mediocrity to be offensive and boring at the same time.

I’m so over the “boring on purpose” defense.

I think I mean if the language is boring there should at least be some emotions or ideas or something.

Boring through, or thoroughly boring?

I was very boring today.

Sometimes the dystopia was boring.

At least everyone was boring at the same time about something inherently interesting.'

Read the poem here,

I have nothing to add, only this, I would say that most often the dystopia is boring.