6/27/2023 0 Comments Jenny odell how to do nothing![]() If I could understand the rhythms of those wayward hours-the deep sleep, the REM sleep, the stretches of enervating wakefulness-maybe I could improve the rest, and with that, my life overall. ![]() I’d been sleeping badly quantifying the badness, I thought, might be the first step toward fixing it. I got the “smart” version of one as a gift over the holidays, and I thought of it, at first, as a way to add some order to a stretch of time that felt out of control. ![]() And some of those times, I find myself wondering, as I stay in the chair, What exactly am I defying? Sometimes I find myself refusing to heed, in an act of petty rebellion. The screen sends the same reminder-cheery, vaguely judgy-several times a day. ![]() The tiny computer strapped around it lights up with a message, rendered in lilac-blue: I am sitting, the watch informs me. This article was featured in One Story to Read Today, a newsletter in which our editors recommend a single must-read from The Atlantic, Monday through Friday. ![]()
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