You’re not a citizen of your town, country or state any more. Now you’re global, telematic, mobile and a citizen of the globe. No longer an American, Chinese, Croatian, Bulgarian or Australian, but an Earthling. Cultural differences are just coincidences of developmental isolation so far, but this makes them no less valuable, and one is not better than the other, just different. Yet there is a this mask – a politically correct global persona constructed to pretend to champion equality, but there is something sinister in it, a tendency to accept all only at the price of assimilation and banalization, a modern way of colonizing – not necessarily the soil of a certain culture but it’s cultural space and way of thinking.

Nietzsche warned against fighting for revenge and in rage to all we don’t feel equal to us masked as a fight for equality. There is an underlying motif of leaning towards tyranny and totalitarianism where fake kindness and compassion stand as smoke and mirrors. So we’ve devised a melting pot scheme where the original culture becomes a sort of tableau vivant, an echo, something fit to be a silent exponat in the museum of cultures, while for all practical purposes it becomes gentrified out of a paranoid fear of difference and opposition. We kindly and compassionately put it in a nature reserve, preserve native cities as they are while we force the inhabitants to play by our rules, we make it a global drive-through safari of quasi cultural trinkets with already established routs, guides and enclosing the diversity into a safe membrane where it can’t seep with any real potency and power into the mainstream narrative of the world.

Building enclosures for something different is not tolerance nor equality – it is a freeze frame made for your own entertainment and cosmopolite phantasies, a remnant of a culture that has no more freedom to move than a mouse caught on a sticky trap – still alive but paralyzed and impotent. When your core beliefs and traditions become available to buy and sell as commodities, something is wrong – buying kabala bracelet doesn’t make you understand the philosophy behind it, having a miniature Eiffel tower doesn’t mean you’ve gotten to known Paris, its people and cultural collage; it just means you can boast to your friends you’ve been to Paris even if you never ever strayed from the tour guide’s bosom, buying a yoga mat doesn’t make you a yogi, any more than putting some leaves in your hair makes you a tree. Cultures are to be experienced not window shopped.