In a silent moment a blackspot sprouted as a scribble upon the wall – the remainder of a black crayon circling, blotting out what lay beneath. As pure possibility, the blackspot grew through negation, composting decaying culture to fertilize seedlings of renewal. Taking an ad bloated with pestilential desires, swirling its mark until nothing remained but tilled field, the blackspot prepares the fecund ground, dark with becoming, for our new beginning.
Not a product, a brand nor a marketing campaign, the blackspot is a call to shake off the chains of resignation. Feel the most powerful tremble when faced with our challenge. Slipped into their hands, thrown into their faces, the blackspot signals our ongoing mutiny against consumerism. But our rebellion is of a different kind, where not only the captain of the vessel walks the plank but also the course and even the maps are destroyed. We are not sailing for a distant shore, nor seeking the middle passage. Instead, our destination is here, where we stand. We will retake this ground with the blackspot as guide, pointing toward an alternative present, a viable vision for transforming our communities into lush forests of homegrown culture, unhomogenized by corporate toxins.
Like all untimely ones, the blackspot remained a potentiality yearning toward actuality – waiting for necessity to pollinate its delicate flowers until, weathering storms of cynicism and resignation, the blackspot bore first fruit: we emerged, a tenacious people inspired, prepared to remake the world. Our initial offering, a simple sneaker destined to unswoosh souls by kicking corporate ass, was a fast success. But the shoe was mere beginning, symptom of the coming upheaval, a small taste of the envisioned world to come: castrated capitalism, blackspotted.
See the world freshly made. There’s no need to raze it all, we can embrace what is good and compost the bad. It takes only the courage to daydream, to gaze with intolerance for corporate blight. Our aspirations may be bold but our strategy is sound: dig in for the fight, prepare for the struggle and recruit allies who’ll await the decision moment.
From a scribble on the wall to the incubator of a people, the blackspot’s design unfolds with time – the destined catalyst of cultural rebirth.
At last we’re in Winter. It’s the year 2047. A worn scrapbook from the future arrives in your lap. It offers a stunning global vision, a warning to the next generations, a repository of practical wisdom, and an invaluable roadmap which you need to navigate the dark times, and the opportunities, which lie ahead.