September 15, 2010 § Leave a comment

Today is an awfully hot day. After a rain and sleep filled night, I entered a train filled with individuals ready to seize the day and conquer a created survival mechanism. Around this time, compartments are generally filled with men waiting to get to work. The train is primarily another means to reach what some might consider a productive end. However, this compartment was filled with men who didn’t seem as concerned with beginnings and ends; they were here, they were living.

They were singing and appeared to be in blissful communion with each other. Some played instrument; others harmonised using their voices; the rest kept pace with the movement of the music and the train. Instead of accepting things they were condemned to live by, or giving priority to fighting for whatever they believe their rights to be, they chose to go beyond and conquer the day by using the individual power they possessed to recreate the atmosphere in the train and allow for empowering private spaces. They made space for themselves amidst a sphere they were forced to occupy to survive. They accepted their dependence on these means of surviving, but survival wasn’t as much of a priority as joy. They seemed to push the idea of freedom and become conquerors of their own beings, even if within pre-defined limits. They did not seem aware of the effect they appeared to have on the others in the compartment. Nobody was checking their watches, or the stations. Everybody seemed to be keeping time with these men, allowing for a feeling of communion and the creation of relaxed private spaces. In rediscovering their ability to conquer such spaces, their collective power could be used to challenge existing policies based on their own meaning systems.

I don’t remember when I last felt so human and alive in this city. Even though I was on my own, I felt one with everything around me.


May 24, 2009 § Leave a comment

It is as if, in this world, travel and mere moving about require sufficient reason. Some extraordinary revolution seems appropriate.

John Lennon told Rolling Stone: “I had been thinking about it up in the hills in India. I still had this ‘God will save us’ feeling about it, that it’s going to be all right (even now I’m saying ‘Hold on, John, it’s going to be all right,’ otherwise, I won’t hold on) but that’s why I did it, I wanted to talk, I wanted to say my piece about revolution. I wanted to tell you, or whoever listens, to communicate, to say ‘What do you say? This is what I say.‘”

(disclaimer: as opposed to the above comment and song, this post and webpage have less to do with the Vietnam war and more to do with geography, life and the ability to loiter)

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