Random walk
“There! I dare you to cross that line!”
“What? What line!? Why?”
“Right there” (pointing down at the undisturbed dirt on the path at their feet in the wildlife park in the middle of the city — you could even see the tops of surrounding buildings through the crowns of trees, and smell the soot from nearby rapid transit and factories on the river that ran through the city, but not through the park)
“But there isn’t anything there?”
“Yes, there is! (stabbing finger downward) That is the ideological line that separates the entrenched historical norms and stabilized structures of power that maintain the status quo — the system you mock, but which captures you and locks you to your own place in society — and impedes you from other possibilities only otherwise imaginatively possible.
(pleading, forcefully) By crossing that line you will be making a statement, a tiny, but bold step to advocate for a new way forward. You will declare your commitment to new possibilities and new opportunities for everyone from that very instant!”
“What? You’re nuts!” (walks away down the path, muttering and gesticulating)
After an undefined time, another person approaches the clearing, this time from the opposite direction.
“There! I dare you to cross that line!”
