not here nor there, both/neither, everything and nothing, no home, no space, no category, fragmented identities, demolition of self, renovation of self, longing for the intangible, living in corners, on edges, inside pockets that get dark and drafty after a while, looking for the light that so many other people have found, how does one transcend these feelings, how does one evade the agony of temporality and being? there must be divinity in displacement, discomfort has to be malleable. postcolonial malaise is one hell of a drug.
Loneliness is the deal. Loneliness is the last great taboo. If we don’t accept loneliness, then capitalism wins hands down. Because capitalism is all about trying to convince people that you can distract yourself, that you can make it better. And it ain’t true.
Tilda Swinton, interviewed in the Guardian
- some old chap named Rumi