Today I went for another walk in my neighborhood. I carried a new iPhone, since it’s now my only telephone and I like to call Belgium when I walk. It occurred to me that my software-writing buddies had encouraged me to put all my iTunes music on my iPhone. I could, if I wanted, listen to music. So I gave it a try.
Disaster. I cannot walk and listen to songs at the same time. When I walk, I look. I look and think. Like reading a book, only I’m reading my surroundings line by line. When Elvis Costello started singing Alison I stopped dead on the suburban sidewalk and couldn’t take another step. This was not productive. I turned off the music.
I am prone to sensory overload. To raptures. This might have been a clue early in life only I was probably too enraptured to notice.