It's about the mundanity that is life. The boredom of a road trip form the days before unlimited electronic distractions. The Sunday afternoon with nothing to do but endure the pointless passage of time that today's kids (thankfully) are able to avoid contemplating. The inevitable slide of a pointless existence into inexorable death, to Tolstoy's conclusion that "all is folly."
It's about the mundanity that is life. The boredom of a road trip form the days before unlimited electronic distractions. The Sunday afternoon with nothing to do but endure the pointless passage of time that today's kids (thankfully) are able to avoid contemplating. The inevitable slide of a pointless existence into inexorable death, to Tolstoy's conclusion that "all is folly."