Just home and plugged into my iPod, and the beautiful Athlete album. I can't seem to switch it off, and every time I listen to it, I get swept off into the landscape of it. Sometimes music has the most wonderful power.

Still the reality of the day always kicks in somewhere. As lucky as I am in certain aspects of my life, and as comfortable as so many aspects of it are, it is difficult and in some ways feels immoral (to me), to ignore the crushing reality that is the 'real' world.

But what is the 'real' world when we are living in sanitized, advertised, digitized and personalized media bubbles? With so much choice available, and with every one free to indulge their cultural and personal pleasures however they choose, where does 'reality' kick in?

Is this the new freedom?


Or does reality start here?


"I saw six bodies, but we didn't have time to see who they were or whether there were more people killed"

Asha Khatir

Source: BBC News|Africa