The extent to which we are capable of empathising with numerous cultural identities is unique to our generation. This ridiculous machine of inter-cultural contact alongside the more human day-to-day exchanges of diversity together make for a formidable narrative of heterogeneity. By that I mean that I can refer my own thoughts to a frame of reference almost utterly devoid of geographical proximity. I have read the philosophy of India and the Western interpretations of Eastern philosophies, and the harsh critiques of the entire status quo, even as defined by post-colonial neo-enlightenment. So where does that leave us?

I don’t know really but not anywhere national or parochial. Somewhere more fun but more dangerous. A universal consciousness but all filtered through the limitations of the English language. And post-WW2 advertising. Hmm…