My hands just would not let go! For 30 seconds they remained attached to my lovely AVENTURA even though I was already standing in the launcha ready to head off on the first leg of a long trip back to the so-called “real world.” Finally, the boatman said, “Ramon, are you okay?” This shook me out of my trepidation trance and I replied, “Sorry, Ignacio, vamanos – let’s go!”
I have now returned from that journey - and my hands were right. Each reunion with “normalcy” staggers me so brutally that I wonder whether I can ever go back again. For a sea gypsy like me, who experiences it only every few years, the modern world looks like low-grade lunacy.
· The frantic yet fruitless frenzy of the car culture – accelerating up to sixty mph even though the next gridlock stoppage is clearly visible 100 yards ahead.
· The sad and tragic disconnection of those who believe that they are so “connected.”
· The cultural mean-spiritedness that worships competition and power and ridicules co-operation and sensitivity.
· The Everywhereness of Television. In this NSA version of our Cowardly New World of 1984 Plus 30, it is even more troubling knowing that The Screen is probably watching us as much as we are watching it.
· The ever-increasing incompetence and unpleasantness of the bureaucracies that are utterly inescapable in the modern world.