The Lost Art of Reading an Actual Book

It was just after 5:00 a.m., and I was wide-awake in a hotel in Rome. Jet lag, certainly. I grabbed my phone, responded to a few messages, then opened Instagram—and scrolled through it for the next hour. The slop had hypnotized me. After watching a video of a guy eating leftover Domino’s pizza and orange soda for breakfast and making himself a cheese sandwich with potato chips for lunch, I snapped out of it.