I’m sitting in the Houston airport people watching. The “global citizen” is everyman. What I mean is there are a few archetypes; they are the man with the shaved head (with or without goatee) , the cropped hair and heavy framed glasses, and the rebel, the man with the long swooping hair who has an air of affluence. These are the global citizens, scrambling so desperately for significance they arrive at sameness. Go to Brussels to find the epicenter, the place from which it emanates.
Is it over?
Were we, those of us in middle age, were we once the shiny happy people in airports that someone else could blog about?
I don’t think so. I believe it is part of the accidental program we are all caught up in. It is biblical. It is more than a trend. Its the singularity after mass is sucked into the black hole; and that shit’s heavy.