One of the more delightful parts about living in a big city is seeing people reading while they walk. I find this intriguing partially because my siblings and I used to do this in our house, much to my father's confusion. But really, as adults, aren't we overflowing with things to think about that can occupy our minds as we walk? Is it a remarkably good book that forces people to resort to reading even when walking or is it an over-achieving sense of need for accomplishment at every moment? If it is the latter, why haven't they turned to books-on-ipod?
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