In 2022 I read the fewest books of any year in my adult life. Even my teenage life. That can’t be a good thing. I still read a lot and wrote a lot, but I didn’t take time and disengage from the hum and really focus the way I used to. I kept picking up my phone to check Twitter or New York Times updates or every other alert I convinced myself was urgent.
This isn’t revelatory. We’re all coming to terms with phones and social media. I stared at the screen more but watched fewer movies. When I did watch shows I participated in ye olde double screen experience. I was less engaged with one thing at a time. It was one big sensory experience without intention.