Hope is a Place: A “spatial turn” in hope theory
Imagine yourself standing in the snaking queue of an international airport’s immigration line, your passport clutched just a bit too tightly in a hand that is clammy from a ten-hour flight. Around you is a low-frequency hum: the murmur of a dozen languages, the rhythmic shuffle of weary travelers, and the distant, mechanical clack-clack of stamps hitting paper. Everyone in this cavernous hall is technically in the same physical space—a climate-controlled terminal with high ceilings and fluorescent lights—and yet, as you inch forward, you realize you are occupying entirely different realities. “Hope is not a private feeling we carry within us; it is a relational process that rises and falls…
