The Canton is the Blank Quarter in the Heraldry of Self
A hole in the Banner where Self Dissolves into Bloodline. 
The Canton is a Part of the Map that was never Drawn. Perforations In the Nations Soul
When the tower of Babel fell, its rubble became the Canton,
We are the Kowloon City of the Collective Unconscious. 

you think you’ve lost your face, your meaning, your birthright?
No! You have mislaid the entire administrative zone of your being.
The Canton;
where the archive of belonging has been quietly decommissioned
Not a single missing page
but the whole library; emptied overnight.
The flags are still raised but no one remembers what they stood for.