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We write this.
We are connected. Our stories are piled high, into towers of memory and identity, into enclaves of culture and wisdom, the backbones of our collective spirit. We share stories to connect: to get a glimpse of the joy and the pain, as well as everything in between, that marks all our lives, across the differences that set us apart.
Meanings travel across people, places and things; as citizens in cities, we travel across towns to the venues of our lives. When we do this on public transit, we are reminded: we never travel alone or in vacuum. We pass by these venues and are invited to cast our gaze beyond our own personal daily minutiae. The transit stage itself becomes a venue of life lived, as we wish in vain that we can’t hear our neighbours’ mobile phone conversations.
We invented communication as a vehicle for meaning across time and selves — we evolved it to survive and thrive, better and more effectively, until we grew the systems and institutions we support and cherish. But we are also all the moods of Dr. Frankenstein now, marvelling at the brilliance and horror of these systems killing us and everything around us with each breath of polluted air and bite of empty food-like substance. We are learning how to care for ourselves while enhancing rather than excluding the well-being of our fellow system-contributors. Somebody’s gonna get a hurt real bad.
This blog serves as a shrine: we are linked. Amongst the highest of our allegiances, we make up the communities that steward this area and the people on it. Let us enjoy this space and share that joy as broadly as we can, using the lessons we learn by keeping successes close and our mistakes closer. Let us honour the stories speaking to us in code. Let’s live and act, translinked.
