My brother stared at me curiously and asked me if I was hungry. Something obviously went over his head. Food is supposed to be fuel-nourishment and energy for your body so that all of your moving parts have the ability to function. An hour later I was feeling as sluggish and lethargic as a South American tree sloth, without even enough energy to get up and walk to the mailbox. McDonald's is a symbol of American culture, but it holds deeper meaning than a play place for bratty children and a happy clown in big red shoes.
Speed is the only existence that many people know.
No real solution is immediately apparent. Eventually we become slaves to our machines. Originally designed to work for us, we have to make more money to buy and update them and we spend more time fixing all of their intricate parts when they break. Many of us turn to health spas and yoga classes, go out in the wilderness somewhere and become one with nature. It's a pity that after all of that stretching, sitting, meditating and breathing fresh air, life returns to normal once we're returned to the work environment.