i don't know why but contact with people, friends and strangers, from my india childhood suddenly no longer bothers me. terrify has been the best description for almost all the last 40 years, and i can't pin down what changed, i just feel that something has.
maybe my father has been dead long enough for my habits and reflexes to fade away. memories of him rarely color my emotions, at least as far as woodstock goes.i have come to realise over the last couple of months, the time i have actually been using facebook, that all of the painful and seemingly arbitrary divisions between my contemporaries and me no longer have any present power but exist only as artifacts of the past.
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