I remind myself that the history of miscegenation laws is a history of fear. And so I feel good for bringing about the unholy union of red sauce, sardine and potato, as if mixing ingredients were the same thing as mixing blood. But then I think about what brings people together these days. More often than not, it's capitalism itself. The breaker of old bonds is also the maker of new ones.
Capitalism combines what geography, language, and religion have kept apart.
In a word, it's responsible for fusion. When I look at the menu for a fusion restaurant, I see the after-image of capital's movement around the globe. A dish that combines Italian pasta with Chinese seasoning is telling the truth of globalization, the fact that not only nations, but also the cultures to which they gave rise are losing their identity. And so I wonder, as I experiment in the kitchen, whether my iconoclasm is itself a function of capitalism. Is my facility for invention itself the invention of capital.