It's all pointless

Well. One of the writers on the Economists' politics blog (the one who recently announced his desire to become a novelist) has taken the occasion of the complaints of a tech reporter to air some of his own sense of futility in his profession:

Reflecting too often upon the ultimate triviality of almost everything we write about does no good for technology or politics writers, or for their readers. The illusion that the next thing will be truly meaningful has always meant more to us than the reality of the next thing. I agree . . . that there is something quite sad in the way Mr Madrigal, after having discovered that he has been reporting on nothing of significance, does not then go on to draw the well-warranted conclusion that he has wasted some of the best years of his youth foolishly yammering on about ephemera, but instead doubles down and declares "we all better hope that the iPhone 5 has some crazy surprises in store for us later this year". But it's only sad because life is sad. Really, why not roll the rock back up the hill?

Ah, if only this wasn't so totally in line with my own attitude at the moment.