This post draws a line in imaginary sand, which will obey the nature of real sand by disappearing very quickly.
Croatan is one of Hakim Bey’s historical templates for the Temporary Autonomous Zone (TAZ): an energised fillip in spacetime which succeeds in escaping, for / by means of a spell, the controlling strictures of mainstream western civilization. Kids in the USA learn in elementary school that the European colonists of Roanoke disappeared, leaving behind them a mysterious message: ‘Gone to Croatan’. The official version is that they were massacred by local Native Americans. The other truth is that they went native: moved inland, rejected the impending horrors of the imperialist social contract, and became absorbed into the Croatan tribe.
To all outward intents and purposes, I haven’t gone anywhere, nor do I expect to for the immediate future. But, as I’ve been trying to explain in the last couple of posts to myself and anyone reading, since being at the Dark Mountain festival weekend before last, my inner landscape, and my physical / spiritual being, have unexpectedly shifted in a way that currently feels decisive. Like (to borrow another fine metaphor), I was in the realm of reason, walking over rotten boards, and suddenly broke through to somewhere wilder, pleasingly tangled, smelling of old growth forests and honest soil. Somewhere where, even since I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be.
Markers put down to indicate ‘progress’ are deceptive, of course. The more you get into the fine grain details of where and why to draw lines in sand, the more your grounds for division evaporate, like in Zeno’s paradoxes. What about the myriad other changes that lead me to and away from this point? How certain is it that I will follow the twisty path into what this shift seems to demand of me? At any moment, it could be otherwise.
What I did decide was at least to begin the golden notebook: which in practice means to stop compartmentalising. My idea for yet another blog is temporarily shelved: anything I’ve a mind to blog about gets shared here. So this space gets more kaleidoscopic: more views from the Dark Mountain; more travels in words and photos through the layers of Berlin, or wherever I happen to find myself; more asides from elsewhere entirely. Assume that it’s all connected; that by committing to doing it this way I ask myself to connect.