The art of locating ourselves, in isolation, across locations. Of connecting, when isolated. Of the solace of finding our truths, of connecting the dots, and drawing a
line through them to form the shape of us.
The word is
almost a portmanteau and is certainly inherently a contradiction within, thus the origin of our quest within for our place without. From iso, meaning the same, (
e.g. isobars, isotherm), and location. To resonate with isolation. For this is where we found ourselves, isolocated.
Isobars connect dots across locations with the same pressure, isotherms
draw a
line through locations of the same temperature. Our
poetry collection finds moments of connect of the isolated, across locations, in this thread we called Isolocation.