Koyaanisqatsi by Godfrey Reggio

How much we resemble a swamp of bugs when we see ourselves moving a few times faster. When we move along in a sped up space the purposeful individuals blend in the crowd. You-- the person who worries about your job, wonders what's for dinner, hurries for an errand and fancies the stranger passed by-- can no longer be picked out amidst the rapid movements of the mass. In slow motion people appear to be solemn souls, struggling through their lives. In fast motion you don’t see people, but a comical, busy-bee collectivism. Something's moving us along; something is making waves out of us. This something is society. When you compress your day's doings into a few minutes, you'll start to see a pattern: you'd look less like a person living your life; more like a bug carrying out the will of the collective commons.

It's curious how one gets a different sense of being by simply manipulating the frame rate, or one's perception of time.