Eighteen miles in, there’s nothing around us but grassy fields and buzzards overhead. We haven’t seen another person for hours, and for the first time in what feels like forever, my brain goes quiet.
One week earlier, I’d received a troubling notification: my average daily screen time had reached 7 hours and 39 minutes.
In that time, I could’ve finished a book, run an ultramarathon, or deep-cleaned my flat, balconies and all. Instead, I’d spent it doomscrolling.
Everything online had started to feel loud, relentless, urgent. So I decided to detox. I left my phone at home and took a long wal...


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