1. We lose time worrying about lost time; at least I do. The feeling that I do not have enough time freezes me, shuts me down. A defining characteristic of contemporary life is the perpetual anxiety over lost time; the inability to enjoy time. It is variation or form of anhedonia, which is the inability to feel pleasure.

2. I’ve been obsessively thinking about the following lines by Rilke:

Whoever’s homeless now, will build no shelter;

who lives alone will live indefinitely so,

waking up to read a little, draft long letters,

and, along the city’s avenues,

fitfully wander, when the wild leaves loosen.

These lines — from Rilke’s poem Autumn — express a deep pleasure, the pleasure of leisure, of wandering, that we no longer not only fail to leave room for, but no longer have the skills to access. We’ve lost the skill of leisure time: which must (ironically) be actively cultivated. Time is not spent, it is lost.

3. If social networks are beginning to resemble one big brain, than that brain is depressed.

4. The hyperreal means hypertension: we’re constantly striving for invisible money, invisible friends, invisible status; constantly integrating ourselves into networks of unreality. If psychoanalysis was part a response to the nervous disorders of the late 19th-century, we need a new psychoanalysis to deal with the nervous disorders of the 21st-century — disorders produced by the industrialization of the mind.