Chapter V

Renascor- An evolving world

Slower still through Renascor. I know it from the map I keep in my pocket. It has evolved over time, as with everyone and everything. Trees have been felled and others have been planted. A lightly managed landscape and as we move around the edges of this transforming mixed open woodland, we can see paths leading through spaces between which my map tells us go to Cornworthy, Indiana Frink and Bourgchamp; camps and learning centres which honour past creative thinkers and makers where people go to learn to think and create and develop themselves.  

I have been to each place over the years, before the paths were completely cleared. Relatively early days in their conception and I would have happily stayed and lived there and helped out if that had been my destiny. 

However, something else lay in store.

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Renascor station pays homage to the character and purpose of the place with a huge circle constructed from fallen branches arranged so that there’s a circular viewing space in the middle through which can be seen a long path defined by golden coloured bark chippings meandering away from the station in and amongst the trees. Drawing to a halt, the doors open and we get out of our carriage to stand on the platform and look at the various structures and objects all made from materials and elements found in the area. A sculpture made from part of a tree trunk and metal cords at the far end of the platform is channelling wind, a curtain of found chains and rope from which hang small objects and fragments like hub caps and jagged edged mirrors sways and clanks and shimmers and tinkles back in response to the air channeled through the wind sculpture and together they create a euphonic continuous interplay of sound and tiny reflections of light and colour.  

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We are ushered back in by a super Mario guard so as to allow the passengers from the next carriage along to wander about and as I step up through the door, I catch a glimpse of shimmering robes bustling hurrying down the long platform with the figure in black stumbling along between them. They seem to be going in the wrong direction for Cornworthy or the other two creative camps, rather they seem headed back towards Iaso which is disappointing, but I hold out hope that the fugitive is taken after all to somewhere they can thrive and escape whatever it is they were running from. Redemption and mercy will surely be among our saving graces as the new world evolves. 

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