Have you recently tried to just sit still for a moment, basking in the silence and darkness of shut eyes? Have you considered not moving and just lying still without the urge to grab anything, and with the urgency to gather streams of thoughts into a cohesive pattern that can at the very least help you plan the next hour of an unfolding day?
This is a dilemma that I face in private, and it’s basically like the lump that won’t go away, no matter how hard you try to pretend it isn’t there.
The daily routine of being attacked with the avalanche of news items that are configured to push brain cells as far as they can stretch with the laziness of not compartmentalizing for the sake of sanity was taking its toll back in 2014, and five years later, I can verify that the damage is extensive.
Media’s social media isn’t media.
The internalization of data at the rapid pace that’s designated, and with the fear that robotic tendencies will kick in with the middle finger to humanness, that saves you from scrolling past daily goriness of life without being gripped with horror is exactly what the news cycle wasn’t supposed to curate.
And then there’s the mandatory social obligations that can’t be ignored if you desperately need a job in a world that judges…
