The Word

It's actually not so much any one word as it is words in a row. Books, books, books-- There are so many books to read, and there is such an insufficiency of time, I can't see how to manage the demands of one versus the supply of the other. There is on the one hand a growing number of books on the demand side, and a shrinking amount of time on the other side, so the problem just gets worse and worse as the backlog of unread books grows and grows. It feels almost as though one grows stupider over time, as the pile of unread books becomes higher and higher. Thus the amount of knowledge unknown increases constantly.
I have long advocated an extension of our time system-- I think days should be 30 hours, weeks should be ten days long, and that years should be extended to eighteen months. This might not be enough, but it would be a good start. Jumping from 168 hours per week to 300 would give us all quite a bit of extra breathing room, and the extra six months-- especially six months of ten-30-hour-long-day-long weeks-- would really provide a lot of extra time for doing Those Things That One Doesn't Get To Now.
But there seems to be considerable resistance on the part of the Time Authorities, so we are left with this inadequate system, and a severe shortage of time, and all these books that need to be read. Perhaps we could ask all the publishers to funnel their books through Reader's Digest, famous for their Condensed Editions.
In the mean time, if anyone has a solution to this growing problem, even a stop-gap, short-sighted, or half-baked solution, please let me know.