Monday, May 23, 2016

Melting into air.

"All fixed, fast-frozen relations, with their train of ancient and venerable prejudices and opinions are swept away, all new-formed ones become antiquated before they can ossify. All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and men at last are forced to face...the real conditions of their lives and their relations with their fellow men."

Karl Marx

What am I?

You don't know me.

How will you define me?

How long do you have to go beyond the surface?

Seconds to scan me, to eliminate me from your attention/concerns/interests/perimeter.

Race?

Nationality?

Size?

Weight?

Name?

Age?

Profession?

Education?

Language?

Publications?

Social networks?

Credit Rating?

How will you categorise me?

How will you decide whether to continue the conversation beyond your check-list?

How much is it worth taking the time to enter into dialogue, to discover nuance behind the binary?

How will we meet?

Where will we meet?

Where will it take us?

Who am I?

Who are you?

Who are we together?








3 comments:

  1. Your thoughts and this article came together in my head today. https://www.theguardian.com/culture/commentisfree/2016/aug/31/if-language-tells-us-who-we-are-then-who-am-i?CMP=share_btn_fb

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  2. Blogpost as continuous questioning of the quintessence? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFhBg9Zvjgw

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  3. Blogpost as continuous questioning of the quintessence? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFhBg9Zvjgw

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