Bits are reshaped at the speed of thought.
What we crave isn’t more.
It’s less.
The good old days — were good not out of nostalgia, but because being able to go back is rare. Scarce.
And we instinctively revere what’s hard to access.
Because we sense — deep down — that the endless scroll is eroding something sacred.
Not everything should be consumable.
Some things should cost time.
Time is sacrifice.
And sacrifice is signal.
What we choose to sit with — again and again — shapes who we become.
Profundity isn’t just depth.
It’s depth that asked something of us.
And we cherished it, because we gave something in return.