The Micronation as Political Utopia: History and Meaning

The Fantasy of Sovereign Ground

You draw a line on a map. It does not matter that the map is a printout from a website, or that the territory it marks is your backyard, a sandbar that appears only at low tide, or seven hundred square kilometers of Saharan rock claimed by no existing government because no existing government wanted it. You draw the line anyway. You give the place a name — something Latin, something proud, something that sounds like it belongs on a coin. Then you design the coin. Then you write the constitution, and you discover, somewhere around Article IV, that you are enjoying this far more than you should be, that the pleasure is not ironic, that you mean it, that some part of you has been waiting to do exactly this your entire life.

The first thing to notice about that pleasure is how specific it is. It is not the pleasure of building a house or starting a company, activities that also involve drawing lines and making rules. It is not the pleasure of joining a political party or winning an election, which operate within inherited frameworks you did not design. What the micronation offers is something rarer and more psychologically revealing: the sensation of founding, of arriving at the origin point of legitimacy, of being the person who was present before the rules existed and who therefore stands, for one vertiginous moment, outside all rules. Rousseau called this figure the Legislator in “The Social Contract” of 1762 — the paradoxical being who must possess superhuman wisdom precisely because they precede the society whose wisdom would normally confer authority. The Legislator cannot derive legitimacy from the system because the system does not yet exist. Every person who has ever named a micronation has felt, however briefly, that they were this figure.

What makes this feeling worth examining is not its grandiosity but its frequency. The Aerican Empire was founded in 1987 by a group of Montreal teenagers. The Republic of Molossia, a property in Nevada measuring roughly eleven acres, has maintained continuous operations since 1977 and issues its own currency pegged, at one point, to Pillsbury cookie dough. The Principality of Sealand, a decommissioned World War II anti-aircraft platform seven nautical miles off the Suffolk coast, was claimed in 1967 by Paddy Roy Bates and has since weathered a coup attempt, a constitutional crisis, and a diplomatic incident involving the German and Dutch governments. These are not isolated eccentricities. Researchers studying the phenomenon have catalogued well over a hundred active micronations at any given moment, with new ones appearing each year, across every continent, at every economic level, among people who share almost nothing except the specific hunger that draws a line and names what is inside it.

The hunger is worth naming precisely because the micronation consistently refuses the most obvious political channels. The person who founds one is rarely prevented from voting, rarely silenced, rarely stateless. They are not refugees reconstituting a lost homeland, though some micronations do carry that grief — the Government of the Hutt River Province, operating in Western Australia from 1970 until 2020, began as a formal dispute over wheat production quotas, a conflict with a bureaucratic system that its founder, Leonard Casley, decided he would rather secede from than argue with. The gesture was not helplessness. It was refusal. And refusal of a very particular kind: not the refusal to comply, which still accepts the framework it rejects, but the refusal to recognize the framework as the only possible one.

Political theory has spent centuries trying to explain where legitimate authority comes from. The micronation does something more disruptive than challenge any particular answer. It makes the question feel open again, personally open, as though the answer had never been settled, as though you could still get there first.

The Choice to Stay

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Documentary, by Mattia Mura, Italy, 2020.
Damanhur is a community of spiritual seekers located in Valchiusella, Piedmont. The people of Damanhur, who live in the largest ecovillage in Italy, consider themselves to belong to a micronation, although it is not recognized by the Italian state. The community, active since the mid-seventies, secretly built an underground temple recognized today by the Guinness Book of Records as the largest underground religious structure in the world. Through the eyes of Celastrina, a Swedish girl who arrived in the community to shoot a documentary and who instead chose to stay and live inside, the film tells the story of lights and shadows of the spiritual community, amidst the accusation of being a sect and the creation of a possible alternative society.

Damanhur constantly appears to the director in a series of coincidences, as if there were a calling, a mission. So Mattia Mura proposed the project to Fabrica who rejected it because it was "not in line with his editorial choice". But Mattia believes in his intuition and manages to carry out the project on his own, independently. It was a long journey, but the documentary was finally made.

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Legitimacy as Historical Accident

You already know the story of how your country came to exist, except you don’t, because the version you received was edited before it reached you. Somewhere between the battlefield and the textbook, the killing became founding, the extortion became taxation, and the men who were most efficient at organized violence became the fathers of the nation. This is not cynicism. It is the structural argument Charles Tilly made in 1985, when he published “War Making and State Making as Organized Crime” and invited readers to notice that the early modern European state and the protection racket share not just a family resemblance but an operational identity. The state, Tilly argued, extracted resources from populations, eliminated rival claimants to violence, and then offered protection from the very threats it had created or amplified. What distinguished this from crime was not method but duration. Survive long enough, and the racket becomes a republic.

The Peace of Westphalia in 1648 is typically taught as a moment of enlightened institutional design, a group of exhausted European powers agreeing to recognize each other’s sovereignty and end a century of religious war. What rarely appears in that telling is that the recognition was extended exclusively to those who had already demonstrated the capacity to hold territory through force. Sovereignty was not granted to the morally deserving. It was acknowledged among the militarily durable. The conference essentially formalized an existing hierarchy of violence and called it international order. Every nation-state that traces its legitimacy to that moment is, at root, inheriting a credential that was issued not for being right but for being standing.

What makes this relevant to the person who declares, today, that their backyard or their seasteading platform or their disputed desert ridge constitutes a sovereign state is not that they are being absurd, but that they are being literal. They are reading the original blueprint, not the commemorative edition. The founder of a micronation who issues a constitution, mints a currency, grants citizenships, and notifies surrounding governments of their existence is performing, in compressed and often theatrical form, exactly what the Dutch Republic performed across decades of brutal struggle in the late sixteenth century. The difference is not procedural. It is temporal and martial. The Dutch had armies. The micronation founder has a website. Both are making the same claim: that declaration, organization, and persistence constitute the substance of statehood.

Institutional inertia does the work that violence began. Once a state has existed long enough to build bureaucracies, school systems, and passport offices, its legitimacy stops requiring justification and starts requiring only maintenance. The philosopher David Hume observed in the eighteenth century that governments derive their authority largely from habit, from the simple fact that people are accustomed to obeying them and find the friction of resistance higher than the friction of compliance. This means that what looks like moral legitimacy from the inside is often just sedimented familiarity. The citizen who feels genuine loyalty to their nation-state is not necessarily responding to something real in the state’s founding logic. They are responding to centuries of normalized repetition.

This creates a strange inversion when we look at the micronation without condescension. The new claimant to sovereignty is operating in the open, making explicit what every established state has quietly buried. There is no pretense of ancient right, no mythology of providential destiny, no carefully managed origin story. The micronation says: here is a person, here is a document, here is a flag, and here is the assertion that these things together constitute a polity. The established state says exactly the same thing, but says it in a language so old that it has been mistaken for nature. What gets called delusion in the micronation founder is called tradition in the nation-state, and the only meaningful variable separating those two words is whether enough time has passed for everyone to forget the original audacity of the claim.

Utopia as Diagnostic Tool

You have probably, at some point in your life, signed something you did not believe in. A form, a declaration, an oath of allegiance to a set of arrangements you never chose and whose terms you only half-understood. The signature was required. The belief was optional. This is the ordinary texture of political membership in the modern state — a cold bureaucratic fact dressed in the ceremonial language of belonging.

Ernst Bloch spent three volumes and nearly 1,500 pages, finishing The Principle of Hope in American exile in 1954, arguing that this gap between what exists and what the body knows should exist is not a symptom of naivety. It is the most reliable epistemological instrument available to human beings. He called the territory it maps the Not-Yet — not a fantasy, not a regression, but a forward-oriented knowledge that recognizes the present as structurally incomplete. The dreamers, in Bloch’s reading, are not confused about reality. They are reading a dimension of it that empiricists refuse to measure because their instruments were built to confirm what is already there.

What this means for the political imagination is harder to accept than it first sounds. It does not merely rehabilitate hope as a feeling. It reframes utopian construction as a form of social diagnosis. When a group of people builds a micronation — drafts a constitution for a territory the size of a parking lot, mints currency no bank will honor, issues passports no border agent will accept — they are not demonstrating ignorance of how power works. They are demonstrating, with painful precision, exactly what official power withholds. Every invented institution names an absence. Every symbolic ceremony around a flagpole in someone’s back garden is a document written in negative space, identifying a need the surrounding state has decided is not its problem.

The philosopher’s argument becomes forensic when applied this way. Belonging is not guaranteed by citizenship. Millions of people carry legal nationality and experience none of the recognition, legibility, or self-determination that citizenship theoretically delivers. Seyla Benhabib, in The Rights of Others published in 2004, traced what she called the paradox of democratic legitimacy: the very people most excluded from political voice are those whose exclusion the system cannot acknowledge without undermining its own foundational claims. The state cannot admit that it fails to provide belonging without confessing that its social contract is a document signed by some on behalf of all. Micronations do not solve this paradox. They make it visible by building, at miniature scale, the structures the larger system pretends it already contains.

There is a long tradition of dismissing such projects as performance, as eccentricity, as the political equivalent of a child building a blanket fort and declaring sovereignty. This dismissal is not innocent. It performs exactly the gesture it describes — it refuses to read the fort as a statement about the house. Roy Wallis, writing on new religious movements in the 1970s, identified a nearly identical mechanism: the sociological habit of pathologizing exit. When people build alternative structures, the default analytical response has been to diagnose the builders rather than interrogate the institution they left. The result is a body of scholarship more interested in the psychology of founders than in the structural conditions that made founding feel necessary.

What political structures refuse to provide is not an abstract list. It is specific and felt in the chest before it is understood in the mind. The refusal of legibility — the experience of existing within a system that processes you without recognizing you — produces something Frantz Fanon described in 1952, in Black Skin, White Masks, as a kind of ontological vertigo. You are present. You are administered. You are, in every official sense, accounted for. And yet the accounting never adds up to a self that the system reflects back at you with any fidelity.

The Sovereignty Paradox in Practice

You have probably, at some point in your life, filled out a form you did not understand for a purpose you did not choose, handed it to a stranger behind glass, and waited. That experience — the fluorescent hum, the numbered ticket, the sensation of being processed rather than recognized — is precisely what the founders of micronations claimed to be escaping. And yet the first thing Paddy Roy Bates did after declaring Sealand a sovereign principality in September 1967, from a decommissioned Maunsell naval fort seven miles off the coast of Suffolk, was design a passport.

There is something philosophically revealing in that sequence, and it is not hypocrisy in the ordinary sense. Bates was not a cynic. He was a pirate radio broadcaster who genuinely believed that territorial sovereignty, once seized and declared, could be detached from the nation-state apparatus and reattached to a private individual. What he did not reckon with was that sovereignty, as a concept, does not float free of its instruments. It lives inside them. The passport he designed — complete with a coat of arms, a national motto, and a numbering system — was not a parody of state bureaucracy. It was an instinctive reproduction of it, driven by the same logic that makes every new government reach immediately for a flag and a seal: legitimacy requires iconography, and iconography requires the very grammar it claims to replace.

Kevin Baugh, who formalized the Republic of Molossia on a residential property in Nevada in 1977 and has since issued currency pegged to Pillsbury cookie dough, maintained a customs post at his front door, charged visitors a formal entry tax, and drafted a constitution that runs to several pages of procedural language. The currency detail tends to be read as absurdist humor, and Baugh has cultivated that reading skillfully, but the underlying architecture is serious in the way that all satire which requires infrastructure is serious. You cannot mock the border checkpoint by building one unless some part of you believes the checkpoint works. The Molossian customs protocol does not deconstruct state power; it miniaturizes it, which is an entirely different operation — one that preserves the original structure while changing only its scale.

The longest-running test case was the Principality of Hutt River, established in April 1970 when Leonard Casley, a wheat farmer in Western Australia, invoked an obscure clause in the Western Australian Acts to secede from the Commonwealth over a wheat quota dispute. For fifty years, until his son closed it in 2020 citing the financial pressure of the pandemic, Hutt River issued stamps recognized by philatelic societies, collected entry fees from tourists, and maintained diplomatic correspondence with foreign embassies, some of which replied. Casley himself was a man of considerable bureaucratic imagination: he understood that the performance of sovereignty and the substance of sovereignty are functionally indistinguishable in the short term, because recognition is itself a social performance rather than a metaphysical fact. What he built was not an escape from the state but a mirror held up at close range.

The political theorist James Scott, writing in Seeing Like a State in 1998, argued that the high-modernist state is defined not by its ideology but by its legibility projects — its compulsion to render populations, territories, and resources measurable and administrable. What the micronation case reveals is that this compulsion does not belong to the state alone. It belongs to the statist imagination, which is the deeper and more intractable thing. The people who founded these territories did not import bureaucratic forms reluctantly or strategically. They reached for them naturally, as the available vocabulary for saying: this place is real, this authority is legitimate, this boundary means something. The passport, the tax, the customs protocol — these are not the chains of the state. They are the language in which the idea of sovereignty can be spoken at all, and no one, it turns out, has yet invented another.

Community, Exit, and the Myth of the Clean Slate

You have found the rules intolerable, so you have left the table entirely — not to destroy the game, but to build a smaller one where you set the terms and deal the cards.

Albert Hirschman, in his 1970 work Exit, Voice, and Loyalty, mapped the two fundamental responses available to any member of a deteriorating institution: you either stay and protest, or you leave. Voice is the harder path. It demands engagement with structures that resist you, tolerance for slow negotiation, the humiliation of being outvoted, the grinding patience of incremental change. Exit feels cleaner. It has the aesthetic of freedom — the door swings open, the air outside is cold and promising, and the story you tell yourself about what just happened is the story of a sovereign choosing sovereignty. What Hirschman understood, and what his readers have often preferred not to absorb, is that exit is also a form of abandonment — of collective obligation, of the shared project of making something imperfect work. Every micronation founder who has declared independence from a coastal rock or a patch of contested desert has chosen exit with a ferocity that disguises itself as courage.

The concealment runs deeper than mere self-flattery. When a person chooses exit from a political community, they are not renouncing power — they are relocating it. The structure they abandon had distributed authority across competing interests, elected bodies, legal traditions, bureaucratic friction. The structure they build has one architect, whose vision is identical to the constitution. Liberland, proclaimed in 2015 by Vít Jedlička on a disputed strip of land between Croatia and Serbia, offers its citizenship applications online and its founding documents read like a manifesto against taxation and state interference — and yet Jedlička remains its president, its primary spokesperson, and the singular human face of its legitimacy. The exit from coercive governance produced, with remarkable efficiency, a governance structure in which one man’s preferences are encoded as universal principles.

This is not accidental. Hirschman’s framework reveals something psychologically precise about the exit impulse: it is not the rebel’s move but the entrepreneur’s. The rebel wants to transform the existing structure from within, even when the costs are punishing. The entrepreneur looks at the existing structure, calculates that the return on investment is insufficient, and redirects capital — in this case, political imagination — toward a startup where equity is not diluted by the demands of others. Micronation founders are not revolutionaries. They are, in the most literal sense, monopolists of a new market they have personally designed to exclude competition. The “clean slate” is never clean; it arrives pre-inscribed with the founder’s preferences dressed as natural law.

What makes this particularly difficult to see is that the founders almost always arrive fluent in the language of liberation. The founding documents of Sealand, of Liberland, of the dozens of seasteading proposals that emerged from Silicon Valley circles after 2008, invoke Locke, invoke the non-aggression principle, invoke consent of the governed — a vocabulary whose entire historical weight was accumulated in struggles against exactly the kind of concentrated, uncontested authority these projects reproduce. The irony is not subtle, but it is almost never named, because the founders have exited the communities where someone might have named it. There is no loyal opposition when loyalty itself is a precondition of entry, and exit is the only response available to those who disagree.

Hirschman was writing about firms and political parties, but he noticed something that extends far beyond those institutions: voice only becomes possible when exit is costly enough to make it worth attempting. When exit is cheap — when you can simply declare a new nation on an abandoned platform in the North Sea — the incentive to develop genuine political capacity, the capacity to be changed by the presence of others, collapses entirely.

The Enclosure of the Political Imagination

You draw the map before you draft the constitution. This is not a practical decision — it is a compulsion. The territory must be legible before it can be free, which means the first act of liberation is an act of administration. Every micronation in recorded history, from the Principality of Sealand established on a rusting North Sea platform in 1967 to the elaborately bureaucratized Republic of Molossia in Nevada with its own postal system and census data, has begun not with a declaration of human flourishing but with a boundary line. Someone took a pen and drew the edge of the world, and called that edge sovereignty.

James C. Scott spent three decades watching states destroy what they could not measure. In Seeing Like a State, published in 1998, he identified a pattern he called high modernism: the conviction that human life could be rationalized, mapped, standardized, and optimized from above, that the illegible complexity of living communities was a problem to be solved rather than a condition to be inhabited. The great catastrophes he examined — Soviet collectivization, Tanzanian villagization, Le Corbusier’s urban planning fantasies — shared a single pathology: the imposition of geometric order onto social worlds that had previously survived precisely because they were too tangled, too local, too particular to be captured in a ledger. Scott’s argument was not that states are malicious. It was that the tools of statecraft have their own gravity, and anyone who picks them up begins, almost without noticing, to see the world the way those tools demand.

The micronation founder picks up every single one of those tools. He names the territory — not merely as a convenience but as an assertion of ontological priority, because naming is the first seizure. He creates a flag, which is the visual grammar of national legibility. He issues passports, currencies, stamps, and official titles, each of which is a direct reproduction of the administrative technology he claims to be escaping. The Republic of Molossia has conducted an actual census. The Principality of Hutt River in Western Australia, which declared independence from the Commonwealth in 1970 and persisted in various forms for decades, maintained formal diplomatic correspondence and published legislative acts with the procedural formality of a mid-tier bureaucratic state. These are not parodies. They are sincere replications, and that sincerity is precisely what Scott’s framework illuminates: the founders are not being ironic. They genuinely believe that these instruments belong to freedom rather than to power.

What this reveals is something more disquieting than simple imitation. It reveals that the political imagination itself has been enclosed — not by force, not by censorship, but by the slow saturation of everyday life with state categories so total that even the dreams of escape are dreamed in administrative syntax. The alternative to the state is conceived as another state, smaller and purer, because the only political grammar available to the dissident mind is the one the state has already installed there. Michel Foucault located this dynamic in the concept of governmentality — the way that power does not merely restrict thought but produces the categories through which thought moves — but Scott’s contribution was to show it operating not in ideology but in cartography, in soil surveys, in tree species registries, in the standardization of last names across entire populations. The colonization he described was epistemological before it was territorial.

A micronation that issues a currency has not escaped capitalism’s representational logic; it has volunteered for it with handmade enthusiasm. A micronation that holds elections has not transcended democratic proceduralism; it has reproduced its most ritualized surface without any of the structural pressures that give elections their contested meaning in larger polities. The form survives the evacuation of every condition that originally generated it, and the founders experience this evacuation as purification — as if removing scale were the same as removing power’s underlying architecture, as if a smaller cage were a different kind of thing entirely from the original enclosure.

Gender, Race, and the Demographics of Declared Sovereignty

You have probably never noticed the demographic pattern because you were never meant to. The person who plants a flag on a disputed sandbar, drafts a constitution for a backyard principality, or mails a formal declaration of independence to the United Nations is, with a regularity that statistical coincidence cannot explain, a white man from a wealthy Western country. The Principality of Sealand, the Republic of Molossia, the Kingdom of North Sudan — the founders are interchangeable in one specific sense that has nothing to do with their personalities or their politics. Their bodies were never the contested terrain of the sovereignty they claim to invent.

This is not a coincidence in the way that people use the word coincidence to avoid thinking. The cultural permission to imagine oneself as a founding sovereign is not distributed evenly across the species. It is a specific inheritance, and its genealogy runs through John Locke‘s 1689 argument in the Second Treatise of Government, where the capacity for rational self-governance was theorized as universal while being practiced, with meticulous institutional consistency, as the exclusive property of propertied European men. The distance between the philosophical claim and its actual application was not a bug in the Enlightenment’s operating system. It was load-bearing architecture. When a man today decides that he is sovereign enough to declare his land a separate nation, he is drawing on a reservoir of imaginative permission that was built by excluding everyone who does not look like him from the original blueprint.

Sylvia Wynter spent decades demonstrating, across works like Unsettling the Coloniality of Being published in 2003, that the Enlightenment’s category of the human was never a description of the species. It was a performance of a very particular kind of man — Western, literate, propertied, racially unmarked — who had the extraordinary luxury of presenting himself as the neutral default against which all other human configurations were measured as deviant or incomplete. The micronation founder does not consciously invoke this history. He does not need to. The entire imaginative structure is already inside him, pre-assembled, the way a language is inside a native speaker before they ever think about grammar.

A woman in a colonized country who has spent generations watching her body legislated, her land redistributed, her name erased from property records, does not typically arrive at midlife thinking: I will solve this by declaring myself a sovereign. Not because she lacks imagination, but because the liberal tradition that generates the micronation fantasy was constructed precisely around her non-sovereignty. Her exclusion is not incidental. It is definitional. The sovereignty available to her has historically been managed by others — granted conditionally, revoked administratively, constituted through legal regimes that encoded her subordination as natural law. The audacity of the flag-planting gesture is only audacious if you have never had your right to stand on ground made into a political question by someone else’s parliament.

There is a specific quality of freedom that only becomes visible when it is withdrawn. Carole Pateman’s 1988 study The Sexual Contract showed that the social contract’s narrative of mutual, voluntary agreement among rational individuals was always already a story about men — a fraternal pact that assigned women to a private sphere whose terms they did not negotiate. The micronation as a form is the social contract fantasy taken to its theatrical extreme: one man, one territory, one constitution, zero need to negotiate with anyone whose consent has historically been considered optional. It is the liberal political imagination staging its own secret dream, in miniature, on a patch of desert or a rooftop, where the noise of the real world cannot reach the ceremony of self-founding that has always, in its deepest structure, been prepared for him.

When the Map Refuses the Territory

Somewhere in the northern reaches of a continent whose legal borders were drawn by men who had never walked its interior, a small group of people plants a flag in ground their ancestors have occupied for eleven thousand years. They are not performing irony. They are not issuing a manifesto designed to go viral. They are filing a land claim with a government that will spend the next two decades processing it through committees staffed by people who were born in countries that no longer legally exist as the entities that signed the original dispossession treaties. The flag is not a joke. The waiting is not theater.

The difference between this act and the founding of Sealand in 1967, when Paddy Roy Bates seized an abandoned wartime platform seven miles off the Suffolk coast and declared himself Prince of a sovereign nation, is not merely one of seriousness or sincerity. It is a difference in the structure of loss. Bates chose statelessness as a creative provocation; it was, among other things, a way of escaping British broadcasting regulations, a libertarian gesture that cost him nothing he had not already decided to abandon. The people planting that flag in the north have not chosen their condition. Their statelessness was manufactured for them across centuries of legal instruments — the Doctrine of Discovery articulated by Pope Alexander VI in 1493, the terra nullius fictions embedded in colonial common law, the Indian Act of 1876 in Canada, which defined Indigenous legal personhood so narrowly that it effectively made sovereign land claims by the original inhabitants a category error within the very system designed to adjudicate them.

What micronationalism as a cultural practice almost never confronts is that the fantasy of founding a state from scratch depends entirely on the prior assumption that the land beneath your feet is genuinely unclaimed, genuinely available, genuinely open to creative re-inscription. Ernst Cassirer argued in The Myth of the State, published in 1946, that political myths do not merely describe reality — they actively organize what a society is capable of perceiving as real. The micronation operates within a myth that the modern state is a human invention and therefore a human toy. But this perception is only available to those for whom the state has functioned, however imperfectly, as a protection rather than a weapon. For the Wet’suwet’en hereditary chiefs who blocked pipeline construction through their unceded territory in British Columbia in 2019 and 2020, the state was not a toy to be reimagined; it was a machine that had spent a century and a half dismantling the very administrative, spiritual, and territorial structures that constituted their sovereignty long before Canada existed as a legal entity.

The philosopher James Tully, in Strange Multiplicity published in 1995, demonstrated that Western constitutionalism was built on a concept of recognition so narrow that it could only see legitimate governance in forms that resembled itself — representative assemblies, written constitutions, borders legible to European cartography. Everything outside that template was invisible as sovereignty, which meant it could be legally overwritten without contradiction. Micronations, with their hand-drafted constitutions and their charmingly bureaucratic passports, are in some ways the reductio ad absurdum of this same assumption: that sovereignty is a document you produce, a flag you design, a declaration you publish, rather than a living relationship between a people and a place sustained across generations without anyone’s permission.

The map has always been a political act disguised as a neutral description of the world, and the person who gets to draw it has always been the person who arrived with enough force to make their version stick. What the aesthetic micronation inherits, without acknowledging it, is precisely this power to treat geography as raw material for self-expression — a luxury that remains, to this day, unevenly distributed across the surface of the earth in patterns that no whimsical declaration of independence has yet managed to redraw.

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