The mind falters as he struggles to keep pace with the
deluge of information from his surroundings. In one sweep he attempts to
comprehend the article on the laptop screen, conjure a reply to the message on
the phone & absorb the songs on the playlist.
In that one second the cacophony seems exhausting simply by its
presence, without any active attempt to draw attention to itself, and he wonders
why he refuses to walk out of it. He narrows down the scope of his vision for a
few minutes and it hits him - the
scarcity of minutes. The tunnel vision morphs back into the ever widening,
blinding glare of information overload. He takes a moment to wallow in
self-pity & longs for the simpler times.
We have definitely progressed backwards, away from us.
