Monologue of Bell Hook's daughter (Sub-altern Fiction)

It was a windy June Sunday. For Bell would have named the day a wuthering day but she has seen worse living in Brighton. Hence, not just yet. When Emily Bronte wrote Wuthering Heights , Bell believed that Emily Bronte or erstwhile Currer Bell was most certainly trying to draw parallels between the internal and external torrents; there is something tragic to reflect and soothing to feel when there is an external calamity in form of thunderstorm or lightning etc., that ostensibly emulates one's internal clamour. Although far from home, yet Bell holds home nearly but it may not be possible to always hold it dearly. Though things are settling down inside Bell now, this phase is always past the phase of great upheaval and torment. Women are said to be prone to hysteria; Bell's father always defined her behaviour as hysterical too. While, she understood over time, men find it impossible to justify women's behaviour, she could never bring herself to question her behaviour; there w...
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A Forgetful Civilization

There is a thing about human civilization or an aspect of it, it seems these days that it develops or accurately manages to remain in existence because of its revivalism of eras, more like the renaissance isn't exclusive to a particular era or region but if it wasn't to its name then often do we live in renaissance, coming in phases. It comes in multiple or single section(s) of our lives. We develope a pattern of habits and pursue it until changes begin to drop hints and lead to a paradigm shift. 
In general, we do something for a long time, until we subconsciously change it or forget about it. This leads to a change, it might happen to an individual or a group at large or even to a whole generation. Sometimes, voluntarily acquired habits work as long as it is involuntarily retained in the background of the mind like muscle memory, and not foregrounded; it is a slippery slope. It works till you do not pay heed to it and changes as soon as you acknowledge it to consciousness.  

There was a time, about a decade ago in India when neighbours used to visit each other on weekends. There used to be family gatherings, our grandparents celebrated festivals in a different way that we would never see or realize. Their ways live in our memories because they lived in the memory of our parents and were transferred to us through word of mouth. their narratives. Our parents, and those adults of the 1960s, have contacts on their mobile phones and occasionally there are days when they randomly ring their old acquaintance and cherish chatting. Unlike us, who wait for attention to be given, who wait for an unprecedented rescue expected from an unknown end. This holds apart from those who are aware of the tropes of mental health or learned reaching out as a healthy move and since then have been able to incoporate this healthy habit in their behaviour. 

What has changed since then? What has made this generation psychologically unstable or susceptible to psychopathology?  Brooding about nights and days which are spent in voluntarily involuntary isolation, expecting someone to show up and say it's okay? One out of the multiple other reasons is, reaching out, not as explicitly as they say today with a banner of 'here to help you', without any biased opinion towards any, I aim at the difference between generations.
What people actually feel these days is clearly 'loneliness', but it is not the same in essence as several have presumed it to be. 
Humans are creatures who live in harmony and civilization, thus any sort of behaviour which is related to exclusion or preference towards isolation, an aberration from the usual, is a result of something that shouldn't have occurred in the first place. Say, for instance, higher IQ, when a person is unable to relate and doesn't want to imposter being someone he/she is not, this leads them to isolate but this shouldn't have been it. Individuals must fight against the odds until they meet the right kind of group that could comfort them in that aspect of their IQ or anything as such where they fit in atleast in some way; that again shows that 'fighter's spirit' is a basic when it comes to human nature. Although, an example of this is susceptible to the charge of intellectual elitism. Nonetheless, nothing has ever been more humane than to survive. Thus, isolation is a dangerous demonstration when it comes to human behaviour. Not only someone with a higher IQ, but also under circumstances such as differences in orientation, unhealthy past experiences, or innate issues, humans should avoid the worst circumstances of isolation. As long as a person is sticking to the factors that made him human as deep as to basic instincts of homo-sapiens, it runs well. 
Humans have forgotten that they need to come out of their zone of virtuality and make use of the physical world as well, which has led them to a psychedelic state; for example., a person that you chat online with and haven't been lucky to meet within the physical world, has a different image in your mind. Although you have shared multiple things virtually, it barely seems the same when you meet in person. Of course, social media plays a role, but humans are the ones who make it play one, either way. 

Tracing back to the days of physical gatherings, there are multiple allegations levelled against society. The societies were oriented more in accord with ostentatious factors and there have been evils which are recognized as social evils, i.e., these evils did emerge when individuals gathered and formed collectives. These evils were majorly against any form of acceptance; and can today be understood as hurdles against which welfare institutions are running. However, this was associated with humans and what they practiced. It was a practice of human beings erstwhile, and there is no reason why it should necessarily imply the elimination of physical gatherings to recover acceptance. Isolated beliefs may as well be delusions. Additionally, it is questionable if the concept of acceptance has any bearing or existence in isolation. Unwanted characteristics might be subject to elimination and desired ones can be preserved. 
Its recommencement is possible among posterity as humans observe the revival of a set of habits. It resurfaces. What one must volunteer is that it takes constant recollection, or re-memory to be more visceral, to eliminate what one wants while preserving the others.

Sometimes, you chant a truth so often that it ceases to sound like a truth and begins to feel meaningless or you don't feel anything about it at all. Sometimes, you need to remind people. Sometimes, you need to remind a reader who does not read anymore, about the pleasure they extracted while reading, because we forget. 
However good or bad this trait might be, our memory is short-lived but we never forget either. 

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