in the foothills of the white mountains,
in the year of the fire horse,
a village...

the village has no name until the people name it
the people - spread across forests,
around lakes and riverbanks
- don't feel the village, can't envision it

this site will act as a description
or a map, but know that this village
is not still; it is in motion,
in evolution, expanding,
and words could not do it justice
so dream with me,
and let the village become
a living and shared conception,
no one person controlling the narrative,
no one person deciding the shape of it...