“Be where your feet are” -Sara Ficks
Manifest destiny is a provocative word. Entrenched in westernism, a result of modernity drenched in hope of an outline or the right linear path.
But a path is not outlined its accumulated with and through the variables of “life” that are actually more quantifiable then presently still thought.
A zip code, a longitudinal and lateral number. Like a barcode, serving more at distinguishing where you arrive to, rather then when you arrive to.
Forwardly; preoccupied thoughts of not considering geographically bound cages. Zip codes; the steel bars bound and created.
See, we thus can break the cage down though seeing the in- or non-mobility from the “original” or zipped origin.
Like a ziplock bag those who lose a few foundational variables, are left zipped, stagnant, like a lost package.
Policy is the metal cutter the number cutter the tool to break down the bound cage.