Now there are TVs on buses, in lifts, in waiting rooms, is there any room left for contemplation?
In tandem with my earlier musings about the demise of downtime, we’re seeing those places that once, by accident or design, encouraged pondering, mulling, whatever you want to call, shrink in number.
In this case, it was a Singapore bus where passengers are assaulted by strategically placed screens and ubiquitous noise (playing a three minute opera based on the word ‘miaow’) . I used to love sitting on a bus and looking at the world outside, generally speaking undisturbed, everyone collectively lost in their individual thoughts. Now all eyes are inward, drawn towards the TV that is so hard to ignore.
No TVs on the subway — yet. Think I’ll take that next time.