Last night-and the night before, and the night before that-I stayed up thumbing through tweets, grainy phone-captured videos, posts that gave me hope and posts that made me enraged.
In the past few months, after-hours screen time had become a ritual. I fixated on the glow in my hand, lighting up an otherwise dark bedroom. Doomscrolling: Why we just can’t look away The following article was originally posted in the Wall Street Journal.
