I’ve felt a paralysis on expressing myself lately, and thus I haven’t been posting to Buried Without Ceremony much, and what posts I have made are scattershot. I think I’m pulling out of that trend now, due to the liberating boost that Nanowrimo brought me. I am not going to finish my 50k word novel this month, but I am going to finish my final draft of Perfect, as well as taking on several other big projects. So – yay! It’s put me back in gear.
I’ve been wanting to talk about rewilding for a long time, but haven’t felt like I have any particular right to. After all – I don’t compost with humanure, I don’t fox-walk through the woods at daybreak, I don’t make my own plum wine from foraged fruits, and I don’t work to revitalize indigineous languages.
But the aspects of rewilding that I am interested in, I am profoundly interested in. Specifically: withdrawing from capitalism, seeing the world through stories, becoming close to my home, being a steward of the world.
And I was thinking recently, about how our society views the world, and the concept of place. For our society, place is merely an access point, an inanimate thing where human action can happen. We view places as owned, controlled and purely physical. Journeys are the necessary movement required to get from one point on a map to another, and the more efficient it is, the better.
Or, to summarize this neatly: this is how we understand Vancouver.
But geography is more than physical positioning, and place is more than a controllable and discreet location. The world is a net of experiences, stories, ideas, attempts, people, actions and histories. We embody and interact with place more than we traverse it. And, to quote Willem Larsen, “We have embodied maps for far longer than we have drawn them on paper.”
Yet the rationality of our society stresses that we should discount our connections to place, to view a place in terms of utility, to view a journey in terms of efficiency, to view people are being elevated above the world and the stories that they exist within. Why? Probably because it gets the job done.
I’m interested in inventing our world differently. Telling stories is one thing (and a very good thing!), but I want to ground our stories in places. And I want this to be just as concrete and real and low-context as a map can be, so that anyone can access it just as easily as they would a map.
I don’t advocate walking away from the kind of maps we’ve started to communicate with (and the connotations they carry), because they are good – they are accessible, make new kinds of travel possible, make congregating easier (especially for disparate or spread out groups). But I want to look beyond their cold rationality, their paradoxical way of de-emphasizing the significance of a place as they chart it, and their lack of story.
Languages can serve a lot of purposes, and one of the most important is telling stories. Our current language of place and geography doesn’t tell stories. (Read that charitably, looking to believe me, okay?)
Rather than ditching the language, I want us to start using it to tell stories. To anchor that network of meaning that the world holds to the places around us, as we express them today.
Concretely, what could this look like? One very specific idea I had was this: create a Platial map for the city you live in, recording the stories, legends, experiences and histories of the districts and street corners that you live near. There’s a “Local History” place tag, and perhaps that’s all it’d take to start populating our world with these stories.
Of course, that’s a tiny application of a greater concept, which I’m really interested in: how do we use our current language of place (epitomized by Google Maps) to tell stories?

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