It is slightly odd being in the festive season which is largely devoid of the politics and debate that dominates most of the year. The drama and hysterics which demand so much of our attention seem to hibernate, only for the world to function at its hectic pace once again in the New Year.
Whatever your political and professional capacity may be, all is sort of irrelevant in the milieu of family and friends. A world without the study of society, absolutely. But the world without the meaning of close relatives and confidantes, this is impossible. And perhaps this is what is most important for many at this time of year.
Among the brashness and bitchiness of the city, shards of vulnerability expose themselves as they escape from the mirror that tries to lie, deceive, deviate, promote, or enhance. After the dreaded drunken excesses wear off, those closest to you bare their naked skin from the warm, thick fur which protects their respect, dignity, status and whatever else not as important as the basic human essence.
I started this blog to record intriguing things about our world, and question how life is lived and represented. I would hope that this will continue, as my writing matures and perhaps become more honest.
The most realistic drama this year (of life itself) is a wrap. Let the new series of the show continue next year!
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