The ‘modern self’ is being conditioned to see only that which lies at a distance as real. As such, we are now used to eating at pre-determined meal times, the material voices and spontaneity of our bodies now muffled and silenced under the roaring din of time-tables and work schedules; we glamorize the foreign and revel in the ‘quality’ of imported goods, treating the local as inferior; we exoticize the mystical, and create utopias where we can safely ‘arrive’; we ache for feelings of expandedness – irritated by the gravity of our present shadows and the mundaneness of ‘life-as-it-is’; and, for many who seek to ‘change the world’, a good place to start is seldom their neighbourhoods but a strange land on the other side of the globe. Or on the other side of an app. The whole configuration is one of distances, of blind alleys, of rage against the ‘self’.
Little wonder the homogenizing creed of economic globalization is making everywhere look the same – for differences only matter to those who are close enough to notice the festival of colours right before our eyes.