Our curse as humans is that we are trapped in time; our curse is that we are forced to interpret life as a sequence of events--a story--and when we can't figure out what our particular story is, we feel lost somehow.
A good book or song kidnaps your interior voice and does all the driving. With the artist in charge, you're free for a little while to leave your body and be someone else.
Information overload triggered a crisis in the way people saw their lives. It sped up the way we locate, cross-reference, and focus the questions that define our essence, our roles -- our stories. The crux seems to be that our lives stopped being stories. And if we are no longer to have lives that are stories, what will our lives have become?