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roseembolism) wrote2018-10-30 10:21 pm
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(Repost) Twenty-ninth Minor Spirit of October: the Campsite
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Twenty-ninth Minor Spirit of October
The Campsite
Instead of Inktober, I'm doing a spirit a day for October.
Stop. I mean it. It’s not what it appears.
This camp is completely wrong. Yes there’s a couple old wadded up jackets and blankets, and a bunch of wrappers and magazines, but can’t you see? They don’t go together. It’s just trash that’s been dragged here from all over. That’s not a fire pit, just rocks in a circle.
It’s Cargo.
Look, Let me explain while you back away. You’ve heard of Cargo, right? No. OK, in some places in Melanesia, status was based on gift giving. When the Europeans came with all their stuff, and then left that was messed up.
Back up now. No, I mean the other way.
The story was some people thought that by building symbolic airports they could get goods directly from the spirits. I mean that’s what white anthropologists used to say, but they now think-
Oh come on. Don’t poke that. Listen!
Think of humans building cities, bulldozing fields and woods. Places of power lost, spirits get forced together. It’s chaos. So some spirits try sympathetic magic of their own. They make ”human places” to attract their own cargo.
That's right. Follow my voice.
But, but, but, here’s the thing. The goods they’re looking for are people. People’s dreams, their emotions, even their bodies. We’re supposed to be the cargo.
So now we have to- no! Don’t sit down. Seriously, we need to-
Oh.
Well. Um. I was just leaving, actually. I mean, I’ll come back in the morning, just to tidy up, OK? Just to get what you leave- I mean, if you want to make it a gift, that would be great.
The Campsite
Instead of Inktober, I'm doing a spirit a day for October.
Stop. I mean it. It’s not what it appears.
This camp is completely wrong. Yes there’s a couple old wadded up jackets and blankets, and a bunch of wrappers and magazines, but can’t you see? They don’t go together. It’s just trash that’s been dragged here from all over. That’s not a fire pit, just rocks in a circle.
It’s Cargo.
Look, Let me explain while you back away. You’ve heard of Cargo, right? No. OK, in some places in Melanesia, status was based on gift giving. When the Europeans came with all their stuff, and then left that was messed up.
Back up now. No, I mean the other way.
The story was some people thought that by building symbolic airports they could get goods directly from the spirits. I mean that’s what white anthropologists used to say, but they now think-
Oh come on. Don’t poke that. Listen!
Think of humans building cities, bulldozing fields and woods. Places of power lost, spirits get forced together. It’s chaos. So some spirits try sympathetic magic of their own. They make ”human places” to attract their own cargo.
That's right. Follow my voice.
But, but, but, here’s the thing. The goods they’re looking for are people. People’s dreams, their emotions, even their bodies. We’re supposed to be the cargo.
So now we have to- no! Don’t sit down. Seriously, we need to-
Oh.
Well. Um. I was just leaving, actually. I mean, I’ll come back in the morning, just to tidy up, OK? Just to get what you leave- I mean, if you want to make it a gift, that would be great.