After years of doomscrolling and passive consumption, I realized I wasn’t engaging with art—I was escaping from boredom. This post explores how I’ve been retraining my attention, reigniting critical thinking, and learning to meet good storytelling halfway. From analyzing film to letting myself rest without guilt, this is about reclaiming my relationship with art, one intentional choice at a time.

An existential look at why humans are biologically wired for stories—and how storytelling shapes our experience of time, memory, and identity. Stories aren’t just entertainment; they are how we survive the flickering instability of consciousness itself, weaving meaning into the chaos of existence. Discover why storytelling is not a luxury, but a deep and necessary part of being human.