In Alison Smith’s wonderful novel Autumn, written just after Brexit, there is a conversation between mother and daughter about why Mum has stopped following the news:

I am tired of the news. I am tired of the way it makes things spectacular that aren’t, and deals so simplistically with what’s truly appalling. I am tired of the vitriol. I am tired of the anger. I am tired of the meanness. I am tired of the selfishness. I am tired of how we’re doing nothing to stop it.