Looking Back onto Yesterday in a Rearview Mirrow of Tomorrow

Somehow it is of a surprising impact on me that a flurry of anniversary congratulations would make it into a watershed of sorts when though hard and fast ties are in an imperceptible flux even though I keep telling myself that everything is the way it was an emotional bond stays, another gets rediscovered and a smattering of other connections emerge in what is nothing else than a web 2.0 effect on outstretched social ties that spanning the globe give a totally different sense of connectedness and belonging than a face to face society of yore would, which brings me to a personal aftermath of displacement, diaspora and exile that though for me stopped being neatly contained in those terms is still of relevance to others who probably cannot as easily shake off their legacies of belonging to other places and shores in favour of a more cosmopolitan personality that I have to become in order to move on towards opportunities that I have to try myself at opening myself to, unless my actual performance, circumstances out of my control and a plain confluence of random events make me write a similar piece next year in a more somber key.

From a Narrative Arc to Philosophical Arcades

Past has somehow caught up with me with memories of people, places, and things past that though far in space and time has suddenly become present and close-by. A wave of consternation, inspiration, and wistfulness has come over, overwhelmed, and started to boil over. It is this engagement hand in hand with disengagement, working along, through, and over that both gives impulse to and takes with its waning an outburst of care, memory and reflection not all conscious, not all consequential, and not all earnest. Like shadows that get half occluded by figures of one's own speech. That's what any modernism is, was and will be about - making absent present while avoiding any simplification, formulas, and conventions. A silent cry of a long gone past echoes in the chambers of personal recollection like a distant brawl of forces beyond human control. An earthquake falling on multiple fates, a realisation of the endlessness of lines of causality, a manifold search for a relation to the heart of the matter darkened by patina of oblivion.