I was sitting in a crowded coffee shop last Tuesday, surrounded by the hiss of espresso machines and a dozen overlapping conversations, when it hit me. I wasn’t just “distracted”; I was actively fighting a losing battle against my own sensory input. Most textbooks will try to explain this by throwing a mountain of jargon

I remember sitting at my desk at 2:00 AM, surrounded by fifteen open browser tabs, three half-finished Notion pages, and a mounting sense of dread that I was “learning” everything while actually mastering nothing. I had spent weeks hoarding articles and tutorials like a digital packrat, convinced that if I just gathered enough data, I’d