I’m rejecting all these concepts of “Localism”... localization... everything makes a lot of sense UP TO ONE VERY IMPORTANT POINT:  what about communities that identify transnationally?  immigrant families?  our folks who never really pictured themselves being “here” permanently?  who were forced out, exiled, dreamnt of the “dream” til they realized it was a nightmare, two-stepping between their past and present…  who pay homage to both rice fields and wheat fields?  what about us who still dream of going “home” to mango, guava, papaya trees?  what about us who bleed indigenously but have been severed from our lands?  what will become of this story?

where am going to plant this story again? how am i going to translocalize? and will my roots die in between the move?

once upon a windblow, the young Ibaloi/Bontoki had to make a choice:
stay here or struggle all your life OR MOVE THERE AND STRUGGLE A LITTLE LESS
since her tatang died, the choice was made for her
her feet would stay in the Cordilleras but the rest of her body would move across the Pacific
this caused so much damage
that her heart still roams around looking for a home.

solution #467: BUILD A GREEN HOUSE AND GROW YOUR OWN BANANAS AND GROW YOUR VERY OWN TROPICAL QUEENDOM— among other things!