…passing by

“There is more to life than increasing its speed.” 
                                                                     -Mahatma Gandhi

The London underground had posters with that quote posted everywhere. So ironic. Here’s an aside:

We want stories told in the first two sentences, TV sports formatted to our limited attention spans, movies to get to the point already, clicks to respond instantaneously and have become so impatient that even flying (you know, soaring above the miles you would in theory need to walk, jump or swim?) seems tedious and prolonged…the pace of life and gratification are continually being shortened.

Even people who lament the loss of human interaction when conversing in their living rooms don an unapproachable air on the tube…and there we are, scuttling by each-other, anonymously rushing past a sea of abstraction.

Life without punctuation
I say, I
am merely, passing by