Finished reading: Four Thousand Weeks by Oliver Burkeman.

A critical reminder that being the kind of person you feel you ought to be is impossible, and that’s okay—perhaps even freeing, when considered rightly.

Burkeman spends a lot of time repeating himself, but perhaps that’s part of the point: by repeatedly learning another way in which we can never “spend” time optimally, he maybe hopes to get just one ounce of understanding through.

That said, I found the nihilism offputting, even though I suspect he would argue that it’s not nihilism but realism. 📚