The brilliant illustration is made by CatF4ce on reddit.
Weekends have become somewhat anomalous and amorphous in their meaning and structure to me. Days blend into one another and structure is eroded by monotony. The constant feeling of stasis makes me anxious that I am not progressing, yet time flies past as hours turn into months.
As with many topics nowadays, attention towards social media’s impact on civilization has been brought to light with a stylish and alarming Netflix documentary. Coincidentally, before its release I picked up the book Digital Minimalism by Cal Newport and breezed through the first part, essentially a written version of the new documentary The Social Dilemma. The usual advise followed: limit social media use, delete uneccessary apps, tailor your privacy settings, reduce screen-time etc. Ironically, the talk of social media makes me want to check it out more, and find out a bunch of threads where people discuss this, join in, fall down the rabbit hole. It’s the easiest way to talk about something interesting, right there and then when it’s fresh in your mind. I wonder how it used to be in the past, did people hold onto one or two interesting things and discuss them at length with friends and family? Did they come back to the same books and movies they had on tape, instead of waiting for the autoplay feature to suck us into another half watched/listenend alarmist doc that brings about a Twitter storm for a few days. It almost seems like a romantic fantasy, to read a book or watch a movie, to hold onto some parts that stuck with you for hours and days, to find those close to you who listen and are interested.
