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15 Feb

I tried reading books, but that skill now began to elude me.After a couple of pages, my fingers twitched for a keyboard.

Throughout the day, Iā€™d cough up an insight or an argument or a joke about what had just occurred or what was happening right now.More and more people got a smartphone ā€” connecting them instantly to a deluge of febrile content, forcing them to cull and absorb and assimilate the online torrent as relentlessly as I had once.Twitter emerged as a form of instant blogging of microthoughts.But over time in this pervasive virtual world, the online clamor grew louder and louder.Although I spent hours each day, alone and silent, attached to a laptop, it felt as if I were in a constant cacophonous crowd of words and images, sounds and ideas, emotions and tirades ā€” a wind tunnel of deafening, deadening noise.