I think we’ve reached infinite content: everyone is a producer, a blogger, a social media presence, and if that and google are not enough, the “AIs” are hoovering in everything they can get their hands on and making it all available to you.

The finite resource is me, the span of my life, my attention, my ability to consume, process and make use of the flood of information. Maybe this is why I like long walks in the woods, getting up at 1AM, unplugging from the phone and the Internet and writing in a paper journal. A paper journal has no ability to bring me anyone else’s thoughts, ads, blogs, tweets, podcasts, notifications, memes, or articles.

Have we all (I) become the Borg where we’re not comfortable with the silence of our own minds?