… never seem to find the time.
From The New Yorker, via Give Me Something to Read, via MetaFilter, this fascinating article on how we process the world around us, and why, perhaps, years seem to fly by more quickly as we get older.
“This explains why we think that time speeds up when we grow older,” Eagleman said—why childhood summers seem to go on forever, while old age slips by while we’re dozing. The more familiar the world becomes, the less information your brain writes down, and the more quickly time seems to pass.
For me, 2011 was quite eventful. We survived a trip to the USA with two teenagers, I got a whole bunch of gun licences, and I even managed to get some work done on the house.
Not great, but not bad.
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[…] A decade ago, I remarked that 2011 had gone, for me personally, quite slowly. This is basically a function of how much you do, or get done, or… well… live. […]