I used to wear my open tabs
like a badge of how much I was juggling.
Forty of them. Each a thought
I’d half-started and abandoned.
They weren’t helping me remember.
They were quietly draining me —
forty small voices saying don’t forget me.
One day I just closed them all.
The relief was physical.
My screen, it turned out,
was a picture of my mind.
Cluttered there, cluttered inside.
Now I keep one thing open.
The thing I’m doing.
When it’s done, I open the next.
My attention came back
the moment I stopped scattering it.
– Serguey Asael Shinder
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