The beaches, landing grounds, fields, streets and hills

The notion of globalisation is not entirely new to our time. The various ages of hegemonic empires spanning oceans and continents (think: Mongols, Arabs and British) each brought disparate peoples closer - linked by shared subjugation by/allegiance to a greater power. However, the current climate of interdependence is unique in its multipolarity and flux - while technology and travel easily bridge time-zones, our times are marked not by universal feelings of peace and stability under the aegis of an all-commanding power. No - the hallmark of our days will be how we adjust and cope with these unceasingly changing and 'interesting' times. Security is a thing of the past and the very nature of culture is being redefined by the undercurrents of change that shape our world. This is no Babylon - it is a Babel.

I have been re-reading old blog entries - the slips and slides seem hard to believe in my current self-anaesthetised emotional state. Certainly, I'm glad to be home - but the sheer uncertainties in my life are a source of constant frustration.
Over a pancake lunch some of those feelings I've been walling up (yes, the Chinese like walls) for the past two years have been beginning to peek over the parapets. The response last time was to build higher, thicker, stronger walls and double the sentries on duty. Perhaps this time it's time to open the gates. I'm cynical and self-tortured enough - perhaps letting a bit of light into my dark little world will bring some things back into focus. Oddly enough - I seem willing. Eager, almost. However, I'm also aware that this is exactly how it began last time - except this time there appears to be a slightly more rational basis for this change of heart than mere impetuosity. That may be good - I like them 'rational.'

I'm feeling a little 'hyper' at the moment. The post-project buzz hasn't dissipated and the void left in my sad little life after the handover seems to yearn to be filled...