Built for a world that
won't stop buzzing.
It started in an office, mid-afternoon. Another Slack ping. Another tab opened by accident. A colleague's call bleeding through the wall.
I sat there trying to finish a paragraph for the third time.
This wasn't a bad day. It was just a normal one. And it wasn't just the office. The café was worse. Home had its own kind of noise. Wherever I went, focus was the thing that needed protecting the most, and the hardest to hold onto.