Everyone is informed. Nobody knows anything.
Most people are not uninformed. They are under-read. There is a difference.
I spent years consuming information at the pace the internet was designed for. Podcasts during commutes. YouTube essays at 1.5x. Newsletters that summarized the article so I did not have to read it. It felt productive. It was productive, in the way that knowing the score is productive. You know what happened. You do not know why it matters.
This year, I started reading a book a week. Because I kept noticing a gap between what I knew and what I understood. The gap kept widening.
Books closed it. Nothing else did.
Here is what fast formats actually produce. You get good at recognizing ideas but worse at developing them. You hear a concept, note it, move on to the next one. The next one arrives quickly, so you never notice the first one did not fully take root. You end up with many positions you cannot quite explain and a general feeling that things are complicated without knowing exactly how.
That feeling is not a news problem. It is a depth problem.
Cory Doctorow wrote a book called Enshittification. You can read my review of that book here. The argument is this: every platform, Facebook, Amazon, and Google, follows the same pattern. First, they attract users. Then they lock users in. Then they extract value from those users at everyone else’s expense. The more people they have, the worse the product gets. It is a pattern, and once you see it, it is everywhere.
You can summarize that argument in four minutes. Plenty of podcasts have. But the summary and the argument are different objects. The summary gives you the conclusion. The argument shows you how to see it. After reading the book, you do not just know the term. You start recognizing the pattern in real time. That is a different kind of knowing, and it is only available if you follow the argument for the full length of the argument. Most formats are not built for that. They are built for retention across a commute, for weekly episode counts, for the listener who will churn if you do not get to the point in the first ten minutes. That is a legitimate design choice. It also means the idea you receive has already been compressed to fit the container.
The container is the problem.
I also read fiction. This took me longer to justify because fiction does not feel useful the way nonfiction does. There is no takeaway. No framework you can apply on Monday morning.
But that is exactly the point.
A novel about grief does not summarize research on grief. It puts you inside someone’s experience of it for three hundred pages. That is recognition. The felt sense that this is true. Recognition is what makes information usable rather than merely retained. You can know every clinical term for loss and still not know what it feels like to carry it. Fiction fills the space between the two.
The person who only reads fast formats tends to describe human experience in the vocabulary that the content gave them. Accurate vocabulary. Borrowed vocabulary. Fiction builds the original.
Reading books has helped me rebuild a tolerance for the pace at which real understanding operates. Most ideas worth having do not arrive in the first chapter. They accumulate. You read fifty pages where nothing seems to be happening, and then something clarifies, and you realize those fifty pages were doing structural work the whole time. That experience is not available in a format built around weekly releases and engagement metrics.
The overwhelming feeling that comes with consuming a lot of content is, by design, exhausting. Because it stretches you in many different directions and constantly tells you what to think, not how to think. The thinking is the point. And thinking requires a format that does not already know where it is going.
Books do not know where you are going.
If everything feels like too much right now, it is probably not because there is too much happening. It is because you have been consuming at a pace that produces the sensation of understanding without the thing itself. Pick up a book. Finish it. See what happens to the noise.



