The Pink Blur

Fahrenheit 541

One of my favorite books.

 ‘’ I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly,’’ she said. ‘’ If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! He’d say, that’s grass! A pink blur? …’’

‘’My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles an hour and they jailed him for two days. Isn’t that funny, and sad, too?’’

When I think about these parts I feel like we have already become like those in the book. Even if we can slow down and watch the scene, we are not doing it, we can read books, but we are not doing that either and I think this is more horrible than this dystopia. We are losing the meaning of life and living inside of machines.