No matter how many steps forward time measurement has taken since then, being punctual for an appointment is not at all easy. The lovers who are forced to wait exhausting in the cars near their partner’s house know this all too well. The many commuters daily called to desperate races in the (very difficult) prospect of catching a train on the fly to avoid waiting for their own, always mercilessly, punctually, late. The drama of our time is not having time. There is no time for ourselves, time for private life, time for sports, time for free time, time for boredom. Time to clean the house, time to chat on the phone, time to waste time in secondary occupations that fill our day. We are in a hurry.
We wake up and go in a hurry.
Shower in a hurry, breakfast in a hurry, in the car in a hurry, in traffic in a hurry, to work in a hurry. The days of those born in the 21st century are a continuous race, a race against time, against the waste of moments that will then be useful to us at the end of the day. A bit like the White Rabbit, a character born from the imagination of Lewis Carroll together with Alice and who, in that wonderland, always accompanies her in a hurry because she never has enough time to do who knows what.