Culture Of Isolation
Amongst hectic schedules, unrelenting societies and everything ordinary about life at CBS, we often don’t talk to each other. The idea of having this conversation seems absurd and mostly irrelevant, yet it needs to be said. Our classes are on different floors and we barely see each other. While we weren’t a part of the previous campus: hearing about it, I feel that this 7-story building has distanced us. We met once, probably in the canteen or at Nescafé, but that was 6 months ago and I haven’t seen you since. I don’t see you at my events, nor do I come to yours. We both have our stories, opinions, fights and times when we need to be heard. We need to stand with each other when the time comes; when a common voice needs to be raised. We need to stand with each other when all of us are suffering when what we desire requires only for us to stand together. What’s painful is that we look happy and comfortable with this detachment. Yet I feel that the idea of togetherness seems something worth yearning for. Next time we meet, I hope to talk to you about this.