Tuning In To a Different Rhythm
The tick-tock metronome of content and news drowns out the real signals of life.
I’ve been feeling down this past week. It might be because I’ve been listening to too much discordant music: the uncoordinated, nonrhythmic pulse of content, which is less like a pulse—which indicates life—and more like clashing cymbals (symbols!). An infinite array of them.
I’m writing this on Palm Sunday, which begins a week marked by a very specific cadence of time for me—one which transcends whatever is happening in the world: the engagement-grabbing headlines of the news cycle, the twitter timeline, the car horns in DC.