Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Texting and constant availability
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The astronomical cost of living.
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ReplyDeleteOur impatience, as compounded by the fact so many things in our lives are instant and quick, we want everything to be this way.
ReplyDeleteTechnology along with the lack of communication.
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