We were worried about video games. Then the algorithm. Then the doom-scrolling.

The next one wears better clothes.

It's the four open tasks at the bottom of my Claude Code terminal. Each one tractable. Each one ten minutes. I know how to finish them before bed. I do. Then I open another.

Call it terminal velocity, if anyone's naming it.

The addictions that dress like productivity won't get a moral panic. The people who love you are impressed.