If you need me soon, please forgive me, I’ll take my time.

It’s the result of wanderlust, really.  The consequence of endless travel and half-minute acquaintances.  The feeling that nowhere is home and “home” is simply a state of mind, unattainable by the cynical and jaded. Home.

Such is the lasting result of the information age.  With every new experience tying us together several more emerge and lead us apart.  The tribal state of mind is leaving the western world and replacing it is a wayfaring state of wild experience and perpetual thrill seeking.

Moderation is boring.  Respect is defeat.  Tradition is wasting time.

We want more.  More.  More sex.  More food.  More YouTube.  More Access. 

More is less.