Am I the only one who feels like the last two weeks—and this week in particular—have been the longest year in memory? I think I've finally figured out why, and it's not just the stress.
Our daily routines, our "loops" or "narratives" in Westworld parlance, have been disrupted. We are so used to going through life primarily on autopilot, that these past couple weeks have forced us to adopt new routines. This causes our perception of the passage of time to slow since we now have to examine and process pretty much every. single. thing that we come across.
It will be interesting to see if our perception returns to "normal" the longer we're all forced into these new routines.