I'm back where the air is dense, the wind is warm and heavy, and the perspiration pools. I'm back in the land in which I was born, where my family and some friends reside. Strangely, what the inhabitants chase after in this land - what we call "progress", has made changes in the places I have known... changes in the familiar. I get lost in malls, subway stations... much less so on the streets, but all around me, the changes are apparent. Where the land was barren in this concrete jungle, new buildings have sprouted, weeds or crops - it is not yet clear to me. Where familiar and old buildings have been, they stand now as a heap of rubble, or behind blue nets and aluminium-sheet fences, their expiration dates drawing nearer with each passing day.
Change, well, change is good, I suppose. Standards of living improve with this "progress" you speak of, new technology, new devices, new places with fancy gadgets... But more and more, we do not realise the increasing individuation that takes place in society. Sure, we are increasingly able to keep in contact with the world, through the means of social networking platforms through our really high tech communication devices, but more and more though, is it our gadgets we interact with, instead of the world?
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