The world is getting louder in a way that’s become deafening. The overbearing noise numbs and fatigues, drowning out everybody and therefore ourselves. Paying attention to moments of silence and solitariness—untethered to screens and attuned to simply being—has become rare, almost to the point of non-existence.
Society’s preoccupation is elsewhere.
Without looking inward, is it possible to respond wisely and meaningfully if done so in constant haste? Are false illusions of accomplishment disguising themselves better nowadays, masked as fleeting glances, divided attention, and quick taps on screen?
Who is fooling who: the giver or the receiver?
More importantly, what is better: being a clown in the show or being part of the audience?