The video carousel is sending the world into a spin. Millions of ‘trivia’ creators titillate billions. A constant mobile merry-go-round. Constantly replenished. Digits slide up, or down, left and right. Searching for that next ten second ‘fix’. Perhaps something to save. Hardly ever to savour. Something to share.
Is it any wonder ADHD is on the rise? The more there is, the less time is given over. Thought processes diminish in favour of diminished entertainment. Multiple platforms with diminished responsibilty encourage none-sensical monetisation.
Green Line 5 back into Madrid Centro, gives more than enough time to observe the glary eyed with poised scrolling digit. Mr & Mrs S, with phones safely tucked away, do what all traditional commuters have done for decades long gone. Stare at their reflection opposite. Look down at the different types of footwear. Re-read the one word sign which reads ‘ALARMA’ over and over again. Sneak unsuspecting glances at other passengers. Become expert peepers in broad daylight.
On our way to our timed 12.45 entry into the Prado Art Museum, we pass one of Madrid’s most iconic buildings.
Sadly, photography is banned inside. Based over three disconnected floors, the maze-like interior of corridors and dead-ends leads us in a discombobulated dance. It seems they have put everything on show. Too much to see. This has the effect of creating a weariness. And so one abandons any notion of taking much time to study detail. After ninety minutes Mr & Mrs S can hardly bare to look into another pair of those dark foreboding eyes. If only the Salida could be found . . .
We move onto something more uplifting – the Real Jardin Botanico.
Inside a modern set of artworks are on display
We round the day off with an underwhelming Italian – meal that is. Then spend the next forty minutes looking at feet, or reflections, or signs . . .
4 stink bugs dispatched today