This felt different. In front of a sold-out Islington Assembly Hall, this seemed like an announcement. A declaration that a new band has arrived and is ready to take centre stage. Pioneers intent on moving the goalposts and pushing a genre deeper into creativity and experimentation.
In recent months there has been quite a buzz about Facebook and why users should delete their accounts. Most of the articles I have read, and the arguments I have seen, follow a similar path of “Facebook can’t be trusted with our data”, but there are other reasons as to why perhaps the time has come for us to log out permanently.
If it isn’t data breaches that cause you to leave, it may be the flood of fake news infecting the site, or the fact that now our kids and/or parents also have accounts and we want something more generationally unique. It may even be because employers are now routinely using Facebook (and other social media sites) to research job applicants forcing us to change our names and hide certain photos and posts, ironically becoming more and more self-censoring on a site that prides itself on sharing. Whatever it may be, and as valid as these issues are, I think they are missing the point somewhat.
The question that these issues relate to is one of use; what should or should not be done with the tool that is Facebook. But I feel that the real question is actually more basic; what tool is Facebook?
Despite being a student of history, philosophy, and international relations, and with almost half a decade of experience in working in international development, I still find myself struggling to understand the world in which we live.
No doubt, this learning process will take an entire lifetime, and even then I will encounter things that seem to make no sense.
With that being said, at the ripe old age of 27, I think I have discovered 31 lessons that have helped to improve my understanding.
And now, the end is near, and so I face my final curtain…
For the first five-months of 2017, I was living and working in Nepal. Patan to be exact. One of the three historical cities in Kathmandu valley that now make up what many people simply refer to as Kathmandu.
Life here is different. And for any of you fellow expats (Western-immigrants), I am sure you can relate to the loves and laughs, and the trials and tribulations of this wonderful place.
Let’s begin at the beginning.
I can see why people turn to religion.
Not those who have been brought up religious, as I believe that is indoctrination, but those who were never religious in the first place and choose to follow one of the many Gods that have been created.
It is the desire for meaning. The wish to have,and to know, your life has a purpose.
You are here to do God’s work. Part of a greater plan. Momentarily passing through this plane on your way to something much greater.
It is a comfort. A white lie that allows you to wake each morning and go to bed each evening believing that these 80-years are not just an accident of biology and evolution.