Days that look the same melt together in your memory. Do one new thing and a week suddenly has a landmark.

Memory does not store repetition. It stores difference, which is why a month of identical days compresses into almost nothing and one strange afternoon stays vivid for years. The feeling that time is disappearing is usually not about speed. It is about sameness.

You do not need a trip or a big change. Take a different route home, eat somewhere you have not, call someone you have not spoken to in a while, sit somewhere new. One deliberate difference a week gives your memory something to hold. A year with fifty landmarks in it feels longer than one with none.