As we blaze down the highway, my eyelids barely batted. Elsewhere, the surroundings blurred to a oil pastel finish as i developed tunnel vision due to high speed. Have i become accustomed to speed?
My great-grandfather could have been chugging at a leisurely 10 knots per hour on his fishing boat in his day. What a dramatic change in perception of what is fast and slow. All in a matter of 50 years, so much has changed. It really unsettles me. Am i moving fast or am i merely egging the environment to move faster than it should? Won't i run the danger of being swept off my feet then?
I feel like a little boy clutching onto a handful of sand that shrinks by the second as the grains slowly swirls and merges into the surroundings.
Is it time to introduce a speed limit?
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