We Can’t Stop (Cover) by Bastille (x)
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We were looking for exceptional people, but what we found were exceptional conditions.
the train towards midnight
You’re sitting on a train, and it’s near empty. You’re thinking about the day you just had. All the tiny joys and regrets. And then you think about the past few days. And the probable chance that it encompassed slightly bigger triumphs and pains. And a few days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to years. You’re not old enough yet to look back at the decades gone by. Perhaps that’s why everything seems magnified, grander than what it really is but maybe rightly so. And you think about the lives closest to you. Your mates, family, previous lovers. And then the circle expands to colleagues and acquaintances. The gorgeous barista you met the other day. The lecturer who could never get your attention. And the circle expands. The office lady crossing the road. The homeless man who wipes windscreens outside Maccas, and hopes a kind soul would offer something in return. And all the other strangers you’ve walked past on the street, or scrolled past on Facebook. And then you think about all the strangers you’ve never met, and their stories that you’ll never here. And the circle expands. To the people who have come before you, and to those that will come long after you’re gone.
You know where the train is taking you, and you’ve been there before, but you’re still not sure. And you want to take someone else with you, but the train never goes there when it’s crowded. A train cabin of two always feels crowded.
But it’s too late now
I remember you and me
And how how careless we could be
Careless by Neffex
I propose the following definition of the nation: it is an imagined political community-and imagined as both inherently limited and sovereign. It is imagined because the members of even the smallest nation will never know most of their fellow-members, meet them, or even hear of them, yet in the minds of each lives the image of their communion…. Communities are to be distinguished, not by their falsity/genuineness, but by the style in which they are imagined…. Finally, [the nation] is imagined as a community, because, regardless of the actual inequality and exploitation that may prevail in each, the nation is conceived as a deep, horizontal comradeship. Ultimately, it is this fraternity that makes it possible, over the past two centuries for so many millions of people, not so much to kill, as willing to die for such limited imaginings.
Benedict Anderson
