L'Ignorance de nostos...(14/1)

Chapter 2 of l’ignorance written by Kundera is interesting. It is a very typical demonstration of Kundera’s literal writing. He rooted the idea of ignorance, the crux of the work. Nostos or la retour is characterized a form of artistic sensation in the Western culture. According to the logic of Kundera, nostalgia appears to be a form of ‘malade’ I would say…it is the missing link. The term nostalgia is used to be a very dramatic yet dreaming mirage idea to me. The first very impressive recognition of the word came to me via the work of Tarkovsky named ‘nostalgia’. Because we have never had a utopian land, we have the luxury to enjoy and experience ‘nostalgia’. The term itself carries a sense of a respect to the origin, or the motherland. More than an expression of an unreachable sensation of need and comfort desired, the feeling of nostalgia calls for a self-modeling process to a meaning of existence to a certain extent. Nostalgia is a good expression of existentialism I would say. Kundera cited a very true relation of the past and the future in the issue of nostalgia. I think of the same. It becomes a consensus of life, and every individual has to face it and live it. Interestingly, Kundera also quoted the story of Ulysses as a classic journey of retour and the contemplating mode of a ‘nostalgian’. One shall only feels nostalgic during a journey, a physical or a psychological journey. When a record of this mode of mental dynamism is signed on a graphpaper, the dancing wave assimilates the winding journey one is engaging. I share part of the thought of Kundera, especially when I am terminating the state of wandering in France and I share an identity of a generation of ambiguity growing up in the borrowed time at the borrowed place. We keep on searching. It is ignorance perhaps. The sorrow of Kundera is ‘to-be-ignored’, or perhaps rather 'to ignore the ignorance'. When he has to admit a consensus, he ignores. When nostalgia becomes a mixed feeling of forgiveness and ignorance, it is unstable, it is uncertain, and it is painful. My exotic adventure is materialistically a dolce vita, and this is a unique exposure of independency versus alienation. Normatively, the existence of a rootlessly sentiment choruses the nostalgia of the ideal land. Youth is one irrepressible source of nostalgia, either when we are young or when we are not young. This is the beauty of a pair of flying wings. When nostalgia resists from sentimental addiction, it is self-actualisation. But definitely, it remains a disturbance of memory before the metamorphosis is completed. Homeland would it be where that it needs a compass to control, or as Kundera said ‘verfremdungseffekt’.