You wake up to the sound of an alarm, not birdsong. Your hand reaches for a cellphone earlier than it even unearths your associate’s. The day starts not with a stretch, but with a scroll—a torrent of emails, news signals, and social updates that makes your coronary heart racing earlier than your feet have even hit the ground. You are in motion; however, you aren't present. You are efficient, but you aren't peaceful. You are linked, but profoundly on my own.
This is the backdrop of present-day existence: a relentless, high-velocity chase closer to an ever-receding horizon of "more."