I walk half naked through my house, somehow reminded of Chuck Barris as portrayed by Sam Rockwell in the opening scene of ‘Confessions of a Dangerous Mind’. I wish I could use a typewriter. The fulfilled feeling of punching keys and watching words take on physical shape on a paper you can touch, feel, smell and even taste. Not this cold and sterile method of pressing keys to generate black letters on electronic white.

I’m thinking of peak oil, of American addiction to oil, and China’s and India’s growing appetite for the same. I try to imagine the state of this world once the supplies of all fossil fuels have run out. I think of all these issues as dealt in the chilling film ‘Syriana’.

Where are we going with this indifference? This thick skin of ours that neatly covers any little empathy we may have had seems to define the way countries behave. The first world. The lands of plenty and prosperity. The lands of blandness and boredom. The lands of perfect hypocrisy and polite cruelty.

Random films play in the background as thoughts unspool in my head: ‘Barton Fink’, ‘O Brother, Where Art Thou?’ ‘Syriana’ and ‘Barton Fink’ again. A loop? Or, a full circle of motion pictures?

Connections, I sense them. Today, for one sublime second, I caught a glimpse of the infinite web that holds this world together. The seemingly random events that appear so predetermined in hindsight. Would we have met if I had crossed the road? Would she have talked if I hadn’t missed the bus? Would they have invited us if we had not fought? Would we have kissed if I had not whispered the correct words?

There are seedless grapes sitting in the water, delicious and succulent grapes. They can serve as an (imperfect) analogy for this hypertextual world, each connection branching off into a million mysterious eddies. The thoughts of oil leading to ruminations on the economics behind the rise of oral sex among American teenagers. A journey without logic. A passage without borders or limitations of space and time. One true gift of globalization.