Life had become very efficient—and strangely thin.
We spent our days inside interfaces. Work followed us home. News arrived faster than we could understand it. At night we scrolled because we were tired, then felt worse because we had scrolled.
Some of us called it burnout. Some called it depression. All of us felt implicated: we made our living with the same technology we blamed for flattening our days. We were informed, reachable, and productive. We were also distracted, lonely, and embarrassed by how little control we seemed to have over our own attention.



