What a beautiful way of expressing the inner workings of our information-fatigued minds, constantly trying to figure out what to pick as our next read! I believe the same when I notice how my mind too gravitates towards non-fiction more than fiction - it's almost as if I am losing sight from seeing how fiction would make me joyous and more imaginative. Thanks for writing this, Diya! :) P.S.: My current read is a fiction, titled 'Isaac and the Egg' by Bobby Palmer.