A lonely word when seperated off and left floating in white space.
A lost boat, its moorings cut, drifting directionless in a torpid waters.

Its a word often in used in reference to New Zealand. Its enduring isolation from the rest of the world has allowed it to evolve a distinct geographical vernacular across Deep Time. isolation has carved itself into the bedrock of the land, into the slow grind of the glacial climbs, and the exultant sweep of the coastal shores. Cut off from other landmasses by hundreds of kilometres of ocean in every direction, New Zealand was left alone to cultivate its unique biorhythm, to define its own sense of life. Quantum leap forward a few million years, and even after European colonisation 160 years ago, the machinery of the industrial revolution couldn’t overcome the pervasive remoteness of living at the end of the earth.

Isolation and migration work in symbiosis. Geographical remoteness meant inhabitation was contingent on long journeys. Argonauts navigated firstly from the South Pacific, and laterly from Europe to arrive in New Zealand. In the 1920s radio began to further erode isolation, by connecting New Zealanders firstly with each other, then with their neighbours, and and finally with the world.