Beating the blur

I am on a train moving at enormous speed through a densely decorated landscape. Glancing through the window, I can see nothing but a muddy blur. Concentrating hard, I can bring objects into focus by twisting my head back to the left, tracking the outside world as it rushes past. But that is possible just for a moment, and yields but a morsel.

No wonder then, that after an hour or so of diligent attempts to mind my surroundings, I am inclined to sit back, close my eyes and drift off into indifference.

Only, it bothers me that I don't know what is going on. I feel like I ought to play a role in directing the train. But oh the effort of keeping up with things! And how to decide how much detail to record!