My neighbor Tom is a mechanic who watches repair videos while he eats lunch. He's online constantly, but he's actively absorbing torque specs and wiring diagrams. Max says the design makes intention nearly impossible, but that's too fatalistic. The algorithm grabs attention, sure, but it doesn't remove choice. We've always had distractions—TV, radio, office gossip. The difference is we can measure this one.
And Maya isn't the exception to the rule; she's the proof that constant connection can be deliberate. Max frames the phone twitch as a trained reflex, and I agree it can be. But reflex training goes both ways. You can train the opposite reflex—setting timers, curating feeds, closing tabs. That's a skill, not a superpower.
The real rot isn't the medium, it's the passive surrender to whatever surfaces. We don't cure that by unplugging. We cure it by teaching people to swim in the stream instead of drowning. That's harder than blaming the internet, but it's the honest work.
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