My mother (dob 1960) passed four years ago; she was a pillar of her healing community. She was about as anti-tech as one could be into the 2020s, so it was surprising reading through her journals that she was so ashamed of her nightly doomscrolling and Netflix-binges – it helped explain her constant tiredness (she barely slept, succumbing to dopamine) as she hid this addiction from her family.

Realizing I had noticed the signs of this (without then-noticing) helped me to understand the endemic addiction, across generations, that is internet-capable cell phones (eventually I canceled cell service, now landline-only).