It's been hiding in anonymity and abstraction.
It needs a face, a place. The anomie of today is globalization, and globalization is an abstraction from territory. Territory is still the ultimate reality. Not territory as divided lands, territory as ground.
Enough of that.
You can find me on the banks of the Mississipi River, the Canadian version. Lanark County. Roll West of Ottawa down the Highway 7. Arrive at our brand new collection of box stores, the first town on the way out of the Nation's Capital.
The river is high. It's a strange season. 60 cm of snow melting in the middle of January, against our suprise that 60 cm of snow could fall in December. Grass and high, crusty snow banks. There's a strong breeze.
My banister coming up my porch on the right is shaky, be careful. I'm not a DIY guy, I'm not organized, I have little money, I don't care enough about appearances. My house is messy. My wife is kind. You may end up telling her your life story. We can walk 100 yards south, and we should take my dog Elvis, by the way, he doesn't get enough walks and I feel badly about that. But if we go 100 yards south and about 5o yards West, there's the park and across a junior soccer field there's the Mississipi banking on this park and a small bird sanctuary.
We're going for coffee now at a grungy small-town diner, with my wife's folks. Gotta go now. Back later.
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