Everything else on this site is an artifact — a tape, a record, a magazine, a night that already happened. This is where the collective writes in its own words about the rest: what a happening cost, what it meant, and what we got wrong.

Each year closes with a review — 2024 was trains, zines, cables and resistance; 2025 was about cherishing the moment we share, because in that moment it is all there is. In between sit the longer essays: what performance does to context, and who gets to call a scene underground.

The dispatch nobody wanted to write is here too — the account of YouTube deleting eight years of our footage, and what we built in its place.