Hurry, Hurry, Hurry

Hurry, Hurry, Hurry
Current mood: pensive

Riding my notoriously slow elevator this evening, I overheard a younger woman complaining about how she'd "kill herself" if she had to live in this building and deal with this elevator.

It got me thinking about the current pace of our culture, and the pace of city life in general. We're always thinking about what's going to happen next; about where we're going next; about that next purchase; etc.

It's sad, really. Does anyone ever stop to notice what's going on around them? Do people still take pleasure in the little things? Or have the little things turned from pleasant surprises to annoyances?

At some point in my life I'm going to have to move out of the city. I'm not going to be able to keep this pace up forever. Nor do I even want to.

Currently listening :
3121
By Prince
Release date: 21 March, 2006