My brain is tired.
I forget that the simple act of consuming information is still exhausting.
That’s not to suggest that related mental activity—generating information, organizing information, analyzing information—isn’t likewise exhausting, too. It’s only to posit something special about the exhaustion of consumption.
I’m reminded of those long, quiet days of focused work where I fling my headphones across the room in disgust after six hours of continuous music.
Too much input! Enough with the music!
It’s the same with consuming new job information. Project narratives! People’s names! Roles! Responsibilities!
I can practically feel my brain straining under the weight of these accumulated strata of data, tectonically bucking under the sudden pressure.
Taylor Coe 