We must insist on utopias. We must insist on seeing, tasting, feeling, being life-affirming futures. We must insist on utopias until we are drenched in liberatory realities. Until every corner of our consciousness is glistening, refracting vibrant utopian possibilities across our collective imagination.

We must make a place for utopia: An expansive home on the horizon. We must make space in our collective consciousness, our discourses, our superhero-scale tales. We must feel and note the absence of utopic possibilities. Given the proliferation of dystopic stories, we understand utopia as an atrophied muscle in the collective consciousness. If utopia is no-uplace, we understand that no place is known until we make it so. We prototype place-making in the collective consciousness through utopias.

Art is the work of shaping consciousness — that of the artist’s, and the heart receiving the art. Collective consciousness in turn shapes material reality. We must articulate utopic vision across mediums, dimensions, and locales. This primes the collective consciousness in turn to create life-affirming material realities.

We must insist upon utopia in the plural. We must explore and expound upon utopias in a chorus of ever-evolving possibilities. From every angle and perspective, we must insist upon utopia until it reverberates: Through different body-temples and innerscapes, across lineages and languages, in contemporary cosmologies and ancestories.