Immigration holds its variety in its hands. I've seen it sometimes described as a force, or the recalculations of a global patterning, or of a global exchange. But these days when I think of it I might describe the wash of a wave over the coast of a country. The texture of its salt.

I don't know how much globalization has to do with me. But I think i get it. Often, it’s argued that immigration intersects with globalization as its representative, its engine, or as some people extend to it, its saviour. Increased migration as a recent trend is one of the more visible aspects of globalization at play, fueled by histories of relation, information-exchange, global labour markets, and slew of their, more various factors that contribute to the choice (if it is a choice) to migrate. All of these aspects, and more, are actions and enactions of globalization, whether it’s the international publication of a travelogue or the imperial strangleholds on nations choke their people out of their lands.

And that feeds into globalization, most usually accidentally and partially structurally, increasing intercultural exchange and international communication, diffusing ideas and worldviews foreign to the country being moved into. This fog-of-war of an increasing multiculturalism. (Though it might be worth considering that many of the socioeconomic conditions that bolster south-to-north migration are created directly or indirectly by international actions and systems like imperialism or capitalism done by the global North.)