Living on a small farm, I find no particular need to go "out". There's plenty to do. We save up errands for one or two days a week. Then we have an adventure...which usually includes a traffic jam in Tunis. This doesn't bother me since it gives me time to sketch. I have to go faster for people-sketching. It seems that most are leashed to a cellphone these days.
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"Faster"
by Margaret Atwood from "The Tent" (2006
"Walking was not fast enough, so we ran. Running was not fast enough, so we galloped. Galloping wasn't fast enough, so we sailed. Sailing was not fast enough, so we rolled merrily along on metal tracks. Long metal tracks weren't fast enough, so we drove. Driving was not fast enough, so we flew.
Flying isn't fast enough, not fast enough for us. We want to get there faster. Get where? Wherever we are not. But a human soul can only go as fast as a man can walk, they used to say. In that case, where are all the souls? Left behind. They wander here and there, slowly, dim lights flickering in the marshes at night, looking for us, we're way ahead of them they;'ll never catch up. That's why we can go so fast: our souls don't weigh us down."
I was here and liked your post and what Mo Crow is sending.
Thanks, Anneliese. The Margaret Atwood quote is beautiful and terrifying, Mo. And what if our souls seep out of us through our ears and into our cellphones?!
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