This was a long but interesting read. As we started living through the pandemic, my friend group developed an emergent phrase to capture the sense of detachment that we where experiencing: "time...
This was a long but interesting read. As we started living through the pandemic, my friend group developed an emergent phrase to capture the sense of detachment that we where experiencing: "time is soup". It is both nonsensical and yet somehow oddly descriptive.
Sitting in our homes, absent the routines of our commutes and weekly social activities, we instead find ourselves ever increasingly immersed in the algorithms of the internet. We doomscroll, refresh, and watch archives of "old" videos. As the OP observed, we time travel in a sense. Our sense of now blurs and distorts.
I feel the increasing need lately too leave my phone at home and go for walks, to somehow ground myself in the present. I wonder if we will see a more widespread version of this, a searching for dinner way of re-centering when the pandemic fades.
This was a long but interesting read. As we started living through the pandemic, my friend group developed an emergent phrase to capture the sense of detachment that we where experiencing: "time is soup". It is both nonsensical and yet somehow oddly descriptive.
Sitting in our homes, absent the routines of our commutes and weekly social activities, we instead find ourselves ever increasingly immersed in the algorithms of the internet. We doomscroll, refresh, and watch archives of "old" videos. As the OP observed, we time travel in a sense. Our sense of now blurs and distorts.
I feel the increasing need lately too leave my phone at home and go for walks, to somehow ground myself in the present. I wonder if we will see a more widespread version of this, a searching for dinner way of re-centering when the pandemic fades.