In the rare moments of downtime and clarity, I wonder why I don’t read books anymore. The thought barely takes hold before my attention shifts elsewhere — be it a notification from the many devices I surround myself with, the people whose company I seek, or just the plain act of earning a crust.
And while I may argue that there are many alternative forms of information that compete for my eyeballs — games, video, web — I am really starting to think that I just don’t have the dedication and focus I once had.
In a society where packets of data are packaged into morsels of easily digestible tidbits, it’s easy to get used to that. I read headlines but rarely an editorial, play on-the-go levels and not an RPG, and scarily, find YouTube videos over 30 seconds just way too long.
And it can’t be a good thing, surely. For all the yin of absorbing information, there must also be a yang to process and reflect upon it.
tdha
