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“‘There reaches a point where you see other humans drowning, or washed ashore with nothing,’ says Tara, ‘where there is no possibility other than to help with all your heart. It isn’t kindness, exactly—because there is less element of choice than people think, and for this reason it is less noble.’” Robert Macfarlane, Underland: A Deep Time Journey, p 116.

This passage reflects fairly precisely my caring for my sister—or my present view of it.

:- Doug.

What does it mean to converse? What better question can we ask of conversing? What better invitations can we give to conversing?

:- Doug.

Conversation is making kin.

:- Doug.

If we should wish to send messages to distant times, do we do best to precisely choose our words and facts, or to work poetically, lyrically, in story, invitingly? Or all of these?

:- Doug.

Cartographers we are, mappers of relations, human and more, across unacquainted scales of space-time, to enlarge the ways we—all there is—think and play together.

:- Doug.