“The madly complicated modern world was something I took little interest in.”
– Bob Dylan, Chronicles
Believe me, Bob, when my check for SEK 8,000,000 arrives, I’m out of here too.
For me, the defining problem of the modern world – apart from Doom – is this: you sit down to do something, and while trying to get it done you uncover subsidiary tasks, and by the end of whatever time you’ve allocated to have gotten something done, nothing is done and there is now more to do.
There is, of course, no hope. But I just learned this word, which helps:
Editor’s Note: This post was nearly titled “The Unbearable Biteness of Chronophagy,” which, while clever, is undeniably dreadful.