Been reading The Glass Bead Game, Hermann Hesse (1945).

We are of course still living in the Age of the Feuilleton. Only with social media and personal devices of course it’s more frenetic and fragmented than ever before.

The narrator-from-the-future comments that you can hardly blame people of the Age of the Feuilleton for wanting to distract themselves from all the bad stuff going on in the world: they can barely think beyond tomorrow.