I see them everywhere now. In their hordes. Except not actually in a horde, in the sense of being a crowd working together, for these are solitary creatures, going about their own business, marching to their own tune. But they sure are everywhere.
I wish I could look into their eyes. I want to know what is going on in their heads as they shuffle towards me, on the footpath, engrossed in the thing, the device, they hold in their hand, like it is a sacred taonga. I want to know how they do what they do, the walking and the thing with the fingers at the same time. They must have special powers, to be able to see through the top of their heads.
I call them the Texting Dead.
I've always felt that walking is one of those things that requires a degree of concentration. I know it's not brain surgery in that the basics of walking are pretty, well, basic: move left leg forward; move right leg further forward than left leg; move left leg further forward of right leg; repeat. But walking, for me, is an act that requires a modicum of attentiveness, if only to stop me walking into stuff.
Yet there are people - and clearly many of them - for whom walking is such second nature that they can do it while simultaneously dealing with their mobile phone devices; texting or watching YouTube or playing Tetris or whatever. Are these people so in tune with their universe that they can navigate their way through the pedestrians and potholes without actually using their eyes? That must be so awesome.