Walking the Walk: a pilgrim's progress in the age of rush and hurry.
The dial on the speedometer swings between 120 and 140 as we race along the highway, only slowing down to feed notes into slots at disembodied toll-gates. Patricia, our app.-aquired driver, buzzes open her side window and absently throws out the gum she has been chewing, while manoeuvring the steering and talking to her friends, our co-passengers. She seems oblivious and disinterested in anything beyond that side window. Her interest is in the road ahead and streamlining to
