Until a few months ago, a tidal wave of noise flooded my apartment most evenings. NPR’s talking heads spouted off as I made dinner. A rotation of comedians-turned-podcasters bantered back and forth as I ate dinner. Late-night host Trevor Noah cracked jokes as I tidied up. Then the scrolling before bed began: TikTok, YouTube, Instagram.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
New York Times opinion columnist Ezra Klein tossed me a rescue buoy when he dedicated a recent episode of his…