Saving or Hoarding Time? My Compulsory Resistance to Jenny Odell's SAVING TIME

In August, riding woozily hungover on an 8:30 a.m. Port Authority bus, I started a note on my phone named "Memories" in the potent aftermath of a Dunkin' iced coffee.

Now, you might ask yourself, why make a list of memories? Don't you have… a brain that holds memories?

Absolutely right.

So what compels someone to write out memories as they come? Like that one time your former boss called Bo Burnham a genius? When your mom scoffed years and years ago when your dad suggested she liked Van Morrison?

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