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Subject: International Identity
Title: The Globo sapiens Condition
Notes: Picspam of 18 images and quotes
Disclaimer: See accompanying fanmix

The Globo sapiens Condition

"Amok Time", Star Trek (1967)

Any home port this ship makes will be someone elses, not mine.

Salman Rushdie, Midnight Children (1981)

I repeat for the last time: to understand me, you'll have to swallow a world.

Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (1994)

Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I'm always missing someone or someplace or something. I'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.

Aritha van Herk, Restlessness (1998)

- The panoply of time zones, those invisible lines that make the sun follow its sphere, insist on separation, inscribe loss.

- Every country I travel to proves me visible - my clothes are wrong, my accent is wrong, the very cut of my hair is asymmetrical, out of culture. So I try countries where I'm really visible, my skin whey compared to everyone else. I juggle my visibility even though I want to blend into the wallpaper as if I were the hidden wall underneath.

- The flash in a stranger's eyes that says, foreigner, vreemde, is worst of all.

- They suggest that I will be able to find myself, to discover a destination. So far they have not helped at all. But here I am.

- The better to know I was not at home.

- Any other sins? Restlessness. A given. My restless heart, my restless travels, my restless bed, my restless contact lenes, my restless fingernail polish, my restless boots, my restless coffee grinder. Buses, taxis, airports, suitcase straps, lost earrings, forgotten raincoats, cheesy movies, smudged mirrors. Restless everything. Restless restlessness.

- The long hiss of departure after departure.

- I do not tell Derrick Atman how I fight persistent homesickness.

- Travelling, I became an antitravel ghost, an aubergine bruised without falling, a thin curtain sweeping aside rain. I was full of travel's ambiguous desires, but I was always unfulfilled, always frustrated.

Leon Berger, Globo Sapiens: A Fiction for a Business Class Lounge (1999)

- The Rootless: 1) Globals - No fixed home, no fixed affiliations, just a spectrum of human connections.

- Most of the time, I simply feel adrift. I'm like a galactic traveler on my own planet, a ghostly mutant species cut loose from the main anthropological stem. I don't seem to fit in anywhere, and I don't know why.

- I've got a base, for example, but no home; several langauges but no identity; several cultures but no heritage.

- I've been endowed with this entire range of intermingled circumstances and it makes me feel like I'm not part of anything at all.

- ...what I really crave is the solidarity of hearth and home, kith and kin, friends and neighbours.

Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (2003)

You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place, I told him, like you'll miss not only the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be this way again.
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