We can’t battle fragmentation.
We choose it.
We are our tribes,
refusing conformity
celebrating differences.
We renew ourselves as
separate interconnected cells
in the greater cultural global body,
we’ve got our own way of walking
we’ve got our own way of talking
our secret codes that define us
which only we recognise,
we are fast-adaptors
who navigate change
who slither unsuspected
through the undifferentiated
clusters of other subcultures,
other tendencies and identities,
in brief flicker of flashmob unity,
or an evolution into new forms,
to reinforce and strengthen each other,
we are all molecules in
the earthling critical mass,
the neural-system across hemispheres
linked by pulses, by affinities
in beautiful fragmentation
Andrew Darlington