Our attention span snaps like cheap rubber bands. We're too tired out from compassion fatigue to worry about anybody else. A minute ago, everything was fine. Now our feet can't touch the bottom. Pop apocalypse incites law-and-order Armageddon. The red-blooded values of olden days prompt us to get with the program.

Diagnosis is quick. Treatment is short. Happiness is the main objective. The half-way houses are closed. The flood gates are open.

Words and thoughts bubble to the surface. We keep the lid on tight.