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Wednesday, June 28, 2017 The Nugget Newspaper, Sisters, Oregon The Bunkhouse Chronicle Craig Rullman Columnist Cascades compression I was among those who thought the roundabout was a good idea. I still do—they work—though some of the motoring theatrics I observed this weekend might cause one to have legitimate sec- ond thoughts. For a moment, tourist-watching from my favorite surveillance hidey- hole in the Ray’s parking lot, the roundabout sounded like lower Manhattan, horns ablaze, tires squealing, and wild oaths being issued, as touring cars bristling with kayaks and canoes and jammed full of vaping hip- sters barreled relentlessly into our very own theater in the round. We will have some wrecks there before people figure it out. Let’s hope they aren’t serious. In other news, I’m very excited about the crush of visitors for this eclipse bonanza, which will, no doubt, add another layer of derring-do to the “roundy- run.” Tens of thousands of them are coming, and if you listen closely you can almost hear the determined swarm, like a cloud of locusts, buzz- ing somewhere just over the horizon. I confess that I don’t understand why the eclipse is such a big deal. Without try- ing to be humbug about the whole thing, I just don’t get it. But then again, if Moses were making a surprise appearance at the Les Schwab amphithe- ater, I probably wouldn’t go. Not because I have anything against Moses, it’s just — you know — the behavior of crowds. The other swell develop- ment in summer compres- sion will be the Rainbow Family gathering out near John Day. A hippy flashmob of some 30,000 people chor- tling bongs, and banging on drums will — if they stick to tradition — spend a week or two trashing large portions of the National Forest, steal- ing from local stores, aggres- sively panhandling, and leav- ing environmental ruin in their wake. A more intrepid journalist than I did the math on the sheer tonnage of human waste left behind by the Living Light crowd, and the numbers are staggering. I’ll spare you the truly dis- gusting details. They are, of course, free to assemble, and because they are allegedly a leader- less group — though they do have a marvelous role for more disciplined hippies known as a “focalizer” — no one can, or will, force them to do what the rest of us have to do for such a blowout, which is to get a permit. The Forest Service usu- ally budgets about a half- million dollars to monitor these gatherings, so not only do they not pay for a permit, at the end of the day, it’s you and I who are paying for the big peace-party. Which — any focalizer will tell you — is appropriate for us Babylonians. In fairness, the record on Rainbow behavior, and the damage they do to forests, is mixed, and depends entirely on who is doing the talking. I hope for the best, but I’m fairly certain that if a rancher — who grazes on a permit — tore up a forest meadow the way 30,000 hippies and their cars are going to do it, he would be filleted by everyone from Greenpeace to the National Cattleman’s Association. The big rhinoceros in the room, of course, is that there are just too many of us. We’ve done a bang-up job of overpopulating the planet, and there are fewer and fewer places to escape the crush of humanity. Particularly when the weather is good. In local business terms, that’s good for what the Chamber and others refer to as “sticky dollars,” but it means we have to endure the seasonal invasion of people who don’t care about our community as much as we do. Which brings me to Michael Wolf, the cel- ebrated photographer, who by recording daily life in cities has become a kind of prophet. Born in Germany, raised virtually everywhere else, and now based in Hong Kong, Wolf’s images of the daily commute on the Tokyo subway — a series he first started in 2010, is a disturb- ing glimpse into the future that we are building for our descendants, and yes, even in places as lovely as Central Oregon. Invariably, the photo- graphs are tightly constricted 19 in the frame, and present the face of a hapless com- muter, face, hands, ears, pressed into the glass, ear- buds in, dread written in the eyes, and the condensation from so many tightly packed humans obscuring the image ever-so slightly. It’s virtu- ally raining inside the sub- way car, and the people are contorted into what can only be described as “stress posi- tions,” of the kind gener- ally reserved for extraordi- nary renditions and Gitmo interrogations. The series, known as “Tokyo Compression,” reveals a kind of horrify- ing desperation, an almost trancelike embrace of mis- ery. Perhaps the most impor- tant element of the photo- graphs, what makes them so intensely and uniquely disturbing, is that these are, after all, everyday events — just regular people like you and me, trying to get to work, or to get home. We aren’t there just yet. But a temporary dip into any one of our big-city neighbors — even Bend, where the traf- fic now resembles many of the places people fled from to begin with — can give us all a taste of what is coming this way. Enjoy the bounty of summer! Patio seating available Breakfast & Lunch 8 a.m. to 3 p.m. | 7 days a week 403 E. 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