The Task Is To Keep The Lost

Jews And Gypsies Were Well-nigh The Only Diasporas In 19th Century Europe. Now Go To London, It Is A Collection Of Diasporas.

I Guess My Claustrophobia Is Incurable - Feeling, As I Tend To, Ill At Ease In Any Closed Room, And Always Tempted To Find Out What Is On The Other Side Of The Door.

State Governments Seek Local Remedies For The Globally Fabricated Deprivations And Miseries In Vain - Just As The Individuals-by-the-decree-of-fate (read: By The Impact Of Deregulation) Seek In Vain The Individual Solutions To The Socially Fabricated Life Problems.

Where We Hope To Land (and Where We Do Land, Though Only For A Fleeting Moment, Enough For Tired Wings To Catch The Wind Anew) Is A 'there' Which We Thought Of Little And Knew Of Even Less.

Ideally, Nothing Should Be Embraced By A Consumer Firmly, Nothing Should Command A Commitment Till Death Do Us Part, No Needs Should Be Seen As Fully Satisfied, No Desires Considered Ultimate. There Ought To Be A Proviso 'until Further Notice' Attached To Any Oath Of Loyalty And Any Commitment. It Is But The Volatility, The In-built Temporality Of All Engagements That Truly Counts; It Counts More Than The Commitment Itself, Which Is Anyway Not Allowed To Outlast The Time Necessary For Consuming The Object Of Desire (or, Rather, The Time Sufficient For The Desirability Of That Object To Wane).