Show me a calendar with each day bricked up solid with hour and half-hour meetings, and I will show you a vivisected soul.

Our souls are made out of attention. That attention has scope, density and duration, and these grow together, shrink together, deteriorate together, shatter together.

A person who is unable to sustain attention longer than 30 minutes, who is forced to shift focus dozens of times a day, cannot maintain a self.

That person will slip between selves each day and each week, and year over year it will self-estrange. By the time it has become a perfect stranger to itself, it will lack the enduring presence to notice.