Things fall apart

Things fall Apart: Modernists' Dilemma
Things fall apart when they loose the centre. My centre, my identity seem to be lost in the vortex of modernisation__a time which has swallowed the distance along with the place and identity we belong to. Consequently, I live everywhere and yet no where. I reckon many people who live aborad and have spent their lives in moving from one country to another might feel alike. And even if no one feels like this I for sure am a byproduct of this hollow global hybridity. The place where my childhood memories still play carelessly was left behind as I flew to my homeland as an insatiable youth; my homeland where versatile experiences formed the mosaic of my life's early philosophy, now just lingers in my mind like a cobweb as I now am living live in another country. Such is Life's ecentricity. It scarcely gives us a chance to choose.Most of the time we have to move on keep accepting what life brings forth and yes still keep moving! When i try to connect myself to the past __to redefine myself I feel lost: Why? because I solely have to relay on 'memory' and not on any 'concrete reality'. Thus, I can not stand in allies where i played as a child or stood before the school i first entered with my little feet, I have to try hard to conjure the images of my teachers or of friends I appreciated but now they all seem to be nothing more than some dream characters. In this world of surrelaism,no matter how hard we try to cling on 'identity managerie', it all seems to be falling apart endlessly and absolutely. Family units that once provided a strong sense of historicty and identity no longer exist. Disintegration has its claws in everything. I am bereft of my childhood memories that my grandma might had, of my toddler activites that my aunts and uncles had witnessed because with changing times everything has changed. Now i look at the same relatives and see a familiar face but a new perosn___ almost a stranger! I do not feel a sense of belonging anymore. So much so that when I look at myself in the miror I see how the wand of Time has changed everything___and I think if there is something I can do to change this Time we are living in__but is there?