Staring at the red candle, remembering the smell of patchouli oil
Mixed with Red Leb from all those years ago.On Saturday 4th July,
1846 the London Daily News extolled the virtues of this peculiar
Indian oil in preventing moths. Nothing to do with hippies except
India and olefactory-based imagined communities from the past that
Have a grip that will last. Ad agencies will use the association between
Hippies and environmentalism to sell boringly green cars to the Saga
Generation. Identities are stolen all the time. We are bound together
By what we forget: and what we forget is our common link to the other.
Some crave security above all things. For them the other will always
Be anathema, an object of fear. But for me, just me, not part of any
Community, imagined or otherwise, the enduring attachment is to emotional
Intelligence, this leaves me aghast with those who fly the flag because their
Unspoken assumption is that only those like them can share their identity.