I have no idea what happened to me, or anybody else, in 2011. There’s a sharp memory of my second son’s birth in January, followed by a four-month haze of sleepless panic, and then… nothing. My job—like all news jobs nowadays, save for a few atavistic holdouts—works relentlessly at the mind, hammering it into a frictionless thruway for data, a machine-tooled aluminum tube for information to sluice through at maximum efficiency. Nothing lodges. All is evacuated to make way for the unceasing torrent of new stories being pumped into my cortex. My cache has been flushed.
John Cook, The Best Things We Read All Year
idk, I’ve only been back in the semi-pro farm league blogging biz for a couple of months now, but THIS SPEAKS TO ME.
[And now I’m going to pat myself on the back for remembering something that was posted on the internet seven (7!!) days ago.]
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