Research

Utopian imagination is a violation of boundaries. It transgresses the present, exposing its lacks, its contradictions, its wounds. To imagine utopia is to trespass into the messy, unresolvable territories of now, to pull apart the grammars of power that shape what is thinkable, sayable, or livable. A care that does not dare to trespass, to confront, to be altered, becomes another boundary: a map of property, a zoning of affect, a necropolitical maintenance of the status quo. Utopia, by contrast, demands presence, not as a static acceptance but as a fragmented, ecstatic, and radical grounding in what is, so that it may be undone. It refuses the antiseptic care that sedates, excises, and contains. Instead, it insists on the uncomfortable vitality of exchange, on risk, on collective transformation. If utopia lives anywhere, it is in the mess of trespass, in the site of contact, in the open wound where futures are forged.