Does anyone spend time with anything anymore? We devour and discard. How can we attach meaning in such a short window of time?
Those that can hold their patience enjoy the experience of absorption. They don’t fritter away their relationship with people, albums, books, or other objects.
A culture of haste knows no slowing down, especially in an age of abundant images, texts, and breaking news. The constant bombardment eats away at the sense of self. We hardly make enough time to sit alone with the pure medicine of our own thoughts. It’s no wonder why Erik Hagerman moved to the woods in Ohio to become the most ignorant man in America.