The faster things go, the more immersed we are in the flow, addicted to the speed, unwilling to grapple with the slowness of the real world around us, the more we forget to feed the part of ourselves that likes quiet, that can live in quiet. That deprivation makes itself felt in the body as a kind of dread.

I can’t continue doing a bunch of speedy things but just go a little more slowly. Speed is a pathogen. Live in a speed-laced environment long enough, and before I know it I’m tripping over my own feet and debating a cocaine habit.

Slowness is a result of curating an environment that cultivates slack instead of speed, perpetuates ease instead of... See more