Cultural production exists in dialectical relationship between
society and the individual as also between the artist and the community.
We all exist within a social system which is seemingly internally
coherent but may not be easily translated outside. Our interpretations
of the world helps us to take possible actions to create changes
for a positive direction. However the situation changes as one moves
from one location to another. We live in a complex transnational
and global meetings, mixings and clashings of differing cultural
perceptions at an increasing rate and pace never seen before.
Each of us exists within a certain axis of cultural and historical
location. Are we able to see clearly where we came from, where we
are now or where it's leading us? One finds familiarity and strangeness
in every place we go. Our awareness is sharpened in new locations
and experiences. Yet it remains difficult to keep a constant vigilance
on our perceptions so that we do not fall prey to false consciousness
and prejudices nor become victims to propaganda of the market and
power of the media and other distortions. However a distorted reflection
is better that none at all as long as we are aware of these discrepancies.
Stumbling into the streets as the music played on. Could not remain
in the same room where the illusion disseminated by those who have
the power to change the way things are and yet are not. It should
have been better, it could have been better. To be awakened by the
light on the back of our heads as we turn to find ourselves between
the walls of conjectures. The grounds are shifting in various directions
no less an earthquake in slow motion. Its movements were caused
by our own actions. I am here because you are there, you are there
because I am here and we laugh at death through the veils of its
own fictions. I ate again although I was not hungry, desire bloated
my waist, the satisfaction of feeding the wriggling pain of missing
something. The mind became an organ for screaming a battle cry against
the empty sky that clouds and clears as when it likes who knows
when. I made the rounds to play the game seeking fairness beneath
the courts of justice with threats of being sent to hell where one
finds reflection in the other. All the same between differing myths.
Pray for courage to remain faithful. For the journey takes time
to overcome our weaknesses in cheating, lying, stealing and avoiding
the imagined road. Its hard to begin without reassurance in the
words and papers significance. Begging for a stronger foundation
to stand beneath the tree.