Which came first — the TikTok chicken or the addled attention-span egg? We don't have time to work that out. What we can say is that not much can be achieved if minds start to wander after 20 seconds. Sudokus won't be solved. Books won't be read. Cancer won't be cured. Are you still with me? Or have you already turned the pa …
Look, there's a chimpanzee on a tricycle.
The reductive nature of the internet is permeating wider culture, but it's noticeable only if you take a step back. Rewind only a few years and a film might start with a slow pan of a city or a bloke longboarding down a freeway for ages. Or pigeons. Today, if something doesn't blow up in the first 19 seconds, you've lost the younger half of your audience. I'm sure I remember Friends being quite pacey. Watching it today, each scene begins like Omar Sharif arriving on a camel. That is to say, slowly. By the time Joey has walked through the door, headed across the coffee shop and taken a seat, your resident teenager will have watched 17 TikToks.
Look, a small man dancing on an escalator.
The irony is that 2020 would be a lot easier if we didn't consume content like locusts consume crops. During Lockdown Part I, time was one of the few things we had in abundance. I imagine the same will be true for Lockdown Part II: This Time with Bad Weather. We'll be stuck at home again, scrolling feeds, climbing walls. TikTok is not our pandemic friend. We need things that take time. We need the digital equivalent of a 10,000-piece puzzle. Or, indeed, a real 10,000-piece puzzle. Or a whole Sunday afternoon curled up with a book. I wish my kids would spend even part of a whole Sunday afternoon curled up with a book.
Go on kids, curl up with a book.
I'm bored.
Give it a bit longer.
I'm dying.
Fine, let's try 2001: A Space Odyssey.
You might have seen videos (possibly on TikTok) of toddlers trying to scroll various inanimate objects — books, televisions, house plants. You might also have seen images of how some evolutionary biologists think our hands might look in the future. Index fingers with pointed ends. Thumbs with six-packs. Little fingers off with the dodos. All this is disturbing. All this is the fault of the thousand billion people who found Fleetwood Mac via a man on a longboard drinking cranberry juice. And all the music executives who are now insisting that tracks should have a 20-second "TikTok edit".
But don't worry. I have a solution. Here's how we can make things bett …
Look, a dog sneezing.
Written by: Matt Rudd
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