Magical Realism

Imagine postmodern as a white room, and third-world postmodern is a prison cell. Both of which are modern takes on magical realism. A reality that does not co-relate to the life you are going to have once you walk out of that door.

The vindictive wall is built by hands of both, because a white room and a prison cell is deprived of what you mind wants to find. What does it want to find?

Quenching the curious thirst is an innate quality of any impressionable mind. Unlike one that is dictated to find a job, a spouse and a family because life is bound to get lonely. Basic middle-class mindsets that rejects elite taste of decadence by arguing avant-garde is grunge.

Social class divides the way we think up curiosity. It is the classic formula to segregate and oppress one community above the other. The politics of racial cards which is prevalent in most first-world cities. Your postcode matters. Remember only that.

Most evidently in groups that looks up to only one true leader. It is out of sheer convenience that it is forgotten; the leader has nothing figured out until and unless he interacts but for the impressionable minds, there must be magic. The magic must also be real.

Happiness in the discourse of postmodernism is individuated. Free will at its very essence, exercised to eliminate discussions about suicide and capital punishment. Euthanasia in fact, as a choice.

What does death mean to you then? A cold night of missing the warmth of another person or a fraction of a memory that keeps you waiting for you now death? In this stance, realism also contains magic, a reality unachieved but at its very hope, a cradle to bring light. The godliness in us.

There is no positivity in the postmodern mind. It looks ahead to declutter and restructure endlessly making it a perfect model for creativity. And perfect, is unachievable. Thus, it is in magical realism that there is an ideal. An objective. The grand narrative so strongly opposed but quite possibly positive.

What exactly entraps the postmodern theories. The freedom of free will or free will as a way of life? Theologically, it is akin to hinduism but theoretically, could it subscribe to Islam? How else would it learn to become. Kindness is second nature, honesty is practice.

‘To remain in a bud’ as Anais Nin had put forth is an irony and a paradox, so where does it precisely meet? The postmodern thinker when serious enough will allude quite easily to understanding that life as a whole is a lie. Well, if it does not meet and in constant act of defeat. Where can it be truth?

Truth, as a doctrine does not work with magic and reality. So there has got to be a space in our minds where it is constantly finding for meaning. Shall that be sought and will you allow it to seek, yet another postmodern parody so to speak.