There’s always someone or some thing making the encouragement to do more and to move faster - hear those bleating traffic horns from behind if you haven’t stepped on the pedal when a light turns gloriously, finally (!!!) green. Your eyes probably hurt from all of that connectedness, all that text-messaging and computer screen-watching that you do all day long - skirting actual occupational responsibilities. There’s a constant aching from head-to-toe and the rings under your eyes look like wedding bands for giants, thick as burrows. Health is a secondary concern. The emphasis is placed on productivity and products and progress and earning power. It’s about massiveness and mergers. The only way to fight all that boredom - all of the marketers would suggest - is to buy more things, to be more technologically tuned in, to be wireless everywhere you move your feet. You should be able to smell the Internet in the air no matter where you are, you should be able to taste that sadness.