Dear reader, I really like my mornings.
When the outside is blanketed in snow, when I am still groggy from sleep, when the world seems to be at peace.
Geographical imagination is something that I have learnt recently, amongst other things. It shapes/blurs my perspectives whichever way you look at it.
I have questions, many questions.
You see, I am cautious of the way I think the Ferguson incident affects me.
I don’t know how you look at it, dear reader but I might not necessarily agree with you.
As a citizen of this world, this little piece of history will affect me and you.
Think about the hegemony. Think about the ideas that influenced the verdict (it is not all black-and-white as you might think). Think about how race and violence affects America. Think about how American culture affects you and I in terms of foreign policies, in terms of what we consume, in terms of what the media tells us.
I do not champion this hegemony but the struggle is collective.
The influence of this hegemony is never-ending. The influence of this hegemony cannot be ignored.
Dear reader, I don’t think I am ever static. I don’t think my moral code is as rigid anymore. I don’t think it’s a turn for the worse though.
There is no eating away at my soul. There are only 3 (wo)man pile-ups on the couch as we sing lullabies, the Malaysian national anthem, and songs about Malaya’s independence.
I think I’ve established that I am rather erratic. That I can be rather reckless, sometimes. That I can be a nutter.
Maybe there is no legitimacy in how I live and I am not going to tell you to fuck off if I think that you don’t agree with me.
Though sometimes, there is much joy and liberation in acting like you’re intoxicated when you’re really not.
Happy thanksgiving, my fellow Americans. I am here, there, everywhere with you in spirit.