Ones and zeroes gush like Grade A Crude not just from our electronics, but out of our ears and pores and split ends. Yet the more information there is, the less informed we seem to feel.

We race to keep up with the news, the news about the news, the feeds, the tweets, the posts, the inbox. But instead of feeling masterful, all-knowing, there's a dream-like fear that however fast we run, we're going to miss that surely-you-knew bullet train, only to be left babbling incoherently on a suddenly-deserted platform.