There is a strange type of fatigue that only appears on holidays. The holiday schedule is sometimes even denser and more stressful than a day at work. We move to enough places, check-in in enough angles, trying to buy all the discounted items. We seem to be falling into a "resort consumption" craze, where rest is measured by the number of experiences crammed into a unit of time.
Holidays now are not short of time. They lack space. People don't rest, but switch to another form of labor. Labor to enjoy. We move continuously, as if standing still is wasteful. We take pictures continuously, as if not recording has never lived. We buy continuously, as if discounts are a form of salvation. The fatigue of holidays does not come from traveling a lot. It comes from not being allowed to do nothing. Memories do not linger in the place we have been, but at the speed we have passed through it. Too fast, everything slips out of memory as if it never happened.
A three-day trip, visiting seven locations, taking three hundred photos; enough to flood social networks, but not enough to remember. Meanwhile, there are people who just stay and enjoy. They can stroll through a street many times a day. Sitting in a cafe and leisurely reading a book. Sitting and watching the flow of life one afternoon until the lights are completely off. They may not have anything to post online but have an internal perception. The difference is not in the destination.
Vacation doesn't fail when you're not going anywhere. It fails when you return and still feel like you haven't stopped. We don't lack experiences but lack the ability to digest them. Because we can't digest them, we continue to consume them until we feel exhausted. And like that, we are always in a state of being overloaded with something.
