Pariah.

When my hometown was founded, it was inhabited by tribes. Many, many tribes. Be it Kabyle, Berber, later Jewish, and even later Arabized ones.

Then, thousands of years later, modernism came upon the ugly face of this incredibly tribalistic (probably also tribadistic) city and gave space to new ideals like individualism, and that someone should possibly be judged because of what they do, not who they are. But then wicked politicians came, and killed individualism, which the people didn’t like, so the People conspired against the State and reinstated the status quo ante. It was probably good, and definitively not bad.

But then society arrived at a new, not-so-shmexy postmodernist phase, which killed the last remains of personal autonomy – of freedom and liberty.

Now, there’s urban tribes. Punks, emos, goths, chavs, gangsters, nerds, geeks, tecktonic freaks, everything. I could possibly fit in many urban tribes (but not in any of these) by association, but, I don’t wanna give up my independence. I’m a pariah –  A member of the lost tribes of the Tell. I am free. I don’t belong nowhere.