A brief spoken reflection using a driving/speed metaphor to describe the experience of "chasing": when life moves too fast everything becomes a blur, perception and memory degrade (speaker gives example of not remembering whether they ate). The piece emphasizes speed obscuring limits and surroundings.
I was once told that the faster you go, the harder it is to see the speed limit. Hmm. I was like, dang that, right? But if you going 45, you can see the speed limit. But if you going 75, you can't really see the speed limit. You didn't see it. You can't even really see outside because it's going so fast. The blur, it's a blur. It's a blur. That's what chasing is. Everything turns into a blur so that you can't even remember, did you eat?
