of friends and threats

i am tired of being threatened by those who lead separate lives in a separate world where the past happened yesterday, and everything thereafter is immaterial.

in this world, the past is 10 years ago, and everything thereafter has gone in shaping this person. there is something about incestuous and insular collectives of thought and memories that i find very scary. in such spaces you either confirm to the collective or live with threats.

why is this threat? 

".. or else!"

the past is not a burden i chose to travel with.

nomad

Why is it that we resist change?

The blood flowing through our veins is that of our nomadic past. Evolution teaches us one thing, the key to successful survival is adaptation. Yet, there is a violence that accompanies change.
The root of this behaviour lies in the fact that every existence is basically a selfish one, but when it comes to a collective existence, each one, other than the self is expected to be selfless.

I arrive here after close observation of how people around me (close family, close friends and parents) react and behave.
(including myself)

home

There is something about the process of re-settlement that is violent. Human occupation of space is not merely a physical one, it is layered with lived experiences and therefore memories of all the multiple occupations. A change in the immediate physical environment be it home or work or otherwise, is often resisted, memory being the weapon used to offer this resistance.
There is something in the very nature of the human being which is nomadic therefore selfish. If it seems necessary for survival (of whatever nature) human beings will move out of their environment on to greener pastures and resettle. The only things they carry from the previous location are necessary objects and memory of previous settlements.

This nomadic family has moved pastures twice, looks like we are here to stay.

As for me, I do not carry the burden of the memory of either of the old homes, all I look forward to is finding a space that offers the peace and quiet that I found on the terrace while growing up.

dear eye,

i have been away for long now.
a lot of things have changed, but i still have this space as a constant. i have been busy working, travelling, travelling for work, and my immediate physical environment is new.
looking forward to writing lots about the past 6 months. about work, about home, and about new parts of the country.