We feel like we’ve melted that part of the brain that allows us to correctly think and produce ideas. All the time spent staring at a tiny screen or a medium screen or a large screen, filling my head with text and flashing lights and noises and voices. Even now the flashing cursor waiting for my next key stroke blinks as the whirling violence of creativity flashes and wanes, nothing to produce but guilt and haze. There’s too much going in and not enough coming out. Focus is lost. Attention is...