Our Humble Home: The Parksville IPC Corridor

Our Humble Home

Eyes darting back and forth, fingers rapidly stroking the keys, and the ambience of the corridor warm, condensed, and comfortable, the IPC Parksville Hallway is filled with, none other than, ants. Hard-working ants, each one carrying the weight of their ideas and thoughts, moving with purpose, exploring beyond their humble home to find food. Information, like precious crumbs, travels across the conference, carrying blocs, debates, and controversies, all inevitably finding their way into the IPC corridor. Each ant, focused and invested in every bit of sage they carry, can be proud of the harvest they yield at the end of the conference. Often overlooked, the ants remain unseen, yet they are the modest architects of the entire hive’s connection.

Often, a lost bee, thinking itself bigger, faster, and smarter will come by, expecting a grand swarm of other bees, only to find the quiet, adept ants. The bee doesn’t see the IPC corridor as they do, a space where each small, purposeful action matters. Confused, it quickly retreats, unable to grasp the steady, flowing rhythm of the ants’ world, the beauty of writing, and of the beauty of IPC.

The hallway hums a tune with quiet diligence. The doors to the conference rooms remain closed, not for sound to escape, but for the ideas contained within to intrigue the insects through. Like the soft buzz of a distant, unseen colony, voices rise in union and discord, each one offering a unique take on the topics of the world outside. A light flow of a pen, a sudden burst of typing, the hurried rustling of notebook papers, all seem petty, yet these seemingly small notions keep the larger world, the conference, in an organized world, and in motion. Each ant carries a piece of the grand puzzle, rushing from the south to the north, bringing their fragments of insight to the table.

But just as the ants are often overlooked, so too is the corridor itself. A corridor that is one of many in the hotel. One that leads to the swimming pool; one that is insignificant and often experienced as cold. It is the connective tissue between moments of insightful thoughts and the persistent ideas that fuels it. The IPC corridor is not just a passageway; it is the quiet heartbeat of the event. Like ants returning to their nests after a long day’s work, the delegates come back to this space, where ideas, kept to themselves, are presented into the hive of something greater. 

In the end, the IPC Parksville Hallway is more than just a place to pass through. It is the unknown region of the hive, a space where the smallest contributions can have the most impactful insights. It is where ideas are passed and refined, like ants carrying pieces of the world back to their home. And just as the ants are an essential part of their ecosystem, so too are these quiet moments, enjoyed by those who are delegates of IPC.