I have a good memory. Always have. Names, numbers, the specific thing a client said in a meeting four months ago – I could usually pull it back without trying. So when I started forgetting small things, I noticed, but not in any dramatic way. I’d lose my train of thought mid-sentence. I’d forget something…
Someone sends me a message on WhatsApp. My phone buzzes. Two seconds later my iPad, sitting face-up on the desk next to it, lights up with the same message. My laptop, if it’s open, chimes in a beat after that. One message, three interruptions, because I bought into the Apple ecosystem specifically so everything would…
I stopped sim racing. I stopped shooting photography, too – the thing I actually trade under, Photographed by Gus. Not because I got busy. Because somewhere in the last few years, doomscrolling ate the time those things used to live in, and when I did open my camera roll next to someone else’s feed, I…