hello, blog.

we are already a few days into november, there's hardly any leaves left on the trees and the weather is generally murky. i just remembered that i have a blog which is a place where i can say what i think without caring so much about what others think. for instance, i was just rudely attacked for not having donated my face as a punching-bag to your random street-nazi-brawl in order to fight for democracy. to me, two wrongs just don't ever make a right. i have also never lain in a ditch, drunken off my face, not knowing where i was and how i got there. and if so, i would be ashamed of such a circumstance and not go trumping about it in public -- and then, to cap it all, call it 'life experience'. i have also gotten along with my mother splendidly. and when i had problems, those were not her fault by lay simply with my own idiocy. i did not have to get acquainted with the 'hard ways of the world', simply because i did not want to get to know them in the first place. instead, i pulled myself together, learned a profession, finished my studies, went abroad and am now working for my career again. what's wrong with that, i ask?!?

but obviously some people think, i wasted my life, because i refuse to break the law in order to fight for my fatherland, much unlike that other person who's been there and done it all. so here's to you!

i. don't. believe. in. nations! all they ever did was create tears and bloodshed.

'The idea of the nation became as bad social science, a civics created by a governess and a panopticon. It was too stiffly starched, too official, too definitional. It was a grammar that didn't allow for the free play of language. It was syntactically tolerable but semantically unliveable. It corseted the idea of the person, and seemed to reduce the life worlds in which we lived.' (Shiv Visvanathan: ‘Interrogating the Nation’ in Economic and Political Weekly, Vol. 38, No. 23 (Jun. 7-13, 2003), pp. 2295-2302)