When thinking about Thailand’s next act, about the royal drama revolving around the banished-capitalist Thaksin and the prince, I couldn’t lose the image of Falstaff and Prince Hal.
We yearn to be free of a sordid history, to exist undeterred by a fetid past, but the irreality of what we have learned and witnessed encroaches upon our daily being. But, listen. You are here. You are now. And you have a story to choose how we will be.
A plethora of images that fiction has already implanted in our memories would no longer be just images: from earth-based private flying vehicles to cheap interplanetary human transport.
As we became more comfortable locking people away in prisons, we also became more comfortable making the everyday environment inhabited by the general public into a private, confining space.
Trauma survivors are not unsafe when someone undermines their subjective notions of reality. They’re unsafe when they can only trust those who confirm what they already believe.
In a country no larger than a small city both in population and area, degrees of separation are limited. Maybe it’s the volcanic geography of the island that has helped to establish and foster such independent identities.
When you hold up the noteworthy to save a program, you’ll always be at least one example short. For Jay Z’s story to be remarkable, the poverty he came from must still exist.