The Depressing Aftertaste of an Hour on YouTube

From Riccardo Mori talking about how he'd live if this quarantine happened in 1990.

At least in my case, sometimes today there’s a certain depressing aftertaste after, say, spending a couple of hours deep down some rabbit hole in YouTube. The entertainment I may have felt during those two hours, or whatever I may have learnt during those two hours, quickly evaporates afterwards, and I’m left with the sinking feeling of having wasted two hours of my life, of having burnt a precious resource — time — that I’ll never get back.

I totally feel that way, I enjoy the time as it's happening then as it finishes I somehow feel empty. The time has no lasting entertainment value, unlike a book or running or playing board games with my kids.