once the attention economy has rendered you sufficiently distracted, or annoyed, or on edge, it becomes easy to assume that this is just what life inevitably feels like*
You can stop doing these [atelic] things, and and you eventually will, but you cannot complete them.**
It was 8pm and I could finally rest, except that my football team was playing and I wanted to keep watching that alongside the the last episode of the box set that we had to watch and the hotel rooms that needing booking – all before we begin a journey towards sleep in ninety minutes time.
I cram my day with things that have a purpose or outcome, some telos or other, but I know I need to enter into the atelic and find rest.
*From Oliver Burkeman’s Four Thousand Weeks;
**Kieran Setiya, quoted in Oliver Burkeman’s Four Thousand Weeks.