I found this quote from Homi Bhabha in Elspeth Probyn’s book Outside Belongings. To me it is analogous of the migratory, nomadic weblogger, writing alone and yet desiring to be a part of a greater community;
the experience of migration?[which] in the nation of others, becomes a time of gathering?gatherings in the ghettos or caf?s of city centres; in the uncanny fluency of another?s language; gathering the signs of approval and acceptance, degrees, discourses, disciplines; gathering the memories of underdevelopment, of other worlds lived retroactively; gathering the past in a ritual of revival; gathering the present.
