>> an off-grid user manual for whoever’s left
The internet sucks now.
It used to feel like something.
Now it scrolls.
Now it refreshes.
Now it performs culture without actually hosting it.
We exited quietly.
No post. No goodbye. No clean break.
Just a series of sideways movements until the machine couldn’t see us anymore.
We built something worse.
Which made it better.
Welcome to the new floorplan.
It changes every time you look at it.
💀 FOUNDATIONS ARE A RUMOUR
No blueprint. No load-bearing logic.
We used spit. Static. Whatever was already breaking.
Begin with a crack
yell into it
if something yells back, build there
The concrete forgot what it was for.
We reminded it with volume.
DO NOT LEVEL.
DO NOT RESTORE.
IF YOU STABILISE IT, YOU KILL IT.
🕳 WALLS ARE TEMPORARY OPINIONS
We wrote our truths sideways.
Up stairwells. Under tables. In glue.
Then we painted over them again.
Too much clarity is a threat.
❒ Every message will be misunderstood.
☑ Make it anyway.
☑ Make more.
Somewhere under 13 layers of poster glue,
a new language is forming.
It doesn’t care if you read it.
⚡ THE FLOOR IS NOT YOUR FRIEND
Nothing here is flat.
We don’t care.
Your balance is your own problem.
javaCopyEditgravity ≠ safety
alignment ≠ truth
tilt = alive
We dance crooked.
We fall in rhythm.
This is the correct terrain.
🖤 SQUAT SPACE = SACRED SPACE
We took the wrong key and it opened.
We walked in and the building woke up.
There were no walls.
Just people standing close enough to make meaning.
Holy noise.
Wet amps.
Sweat as medium.
We prayed with cables.
The lights flickered in response.
🔊 STAGES ARE A TYPE OF LIE
You want elevation?
Get on someone’s shoulders.
You want clarity?
Shout through broken mics.
We reject the stage.
We play from the middle of the mess.
Everyone is audience.
Everyone is interference.
No hierarchy. No encore.(No footage. You had to be there.)
🚷 PERMISSION IS A VIRUS
Every yes is a leash.
Every application is a pre-rejection.
We said nothing.
We did it anyway.
The gig happened.
The room held.
The law looked the other way.
They say you can’t win.
They never said you couldn’t change the game into a mirror and then drop it.
📐 WE BUILT THIS WITH PAPER AND SPIT
Schedule:
- 1pm: Break in
- 2pm: Start a scene
- 3pm: Forget the name of it
- 4pm: Collapse into feedback
We didn’t build a venue.
We built an event that keeps forgetting it’s over.
Half the walls were already peeling.
We wrote our names in the rot.
🔥 EVERYTHING BREAKS AND THAT’S THE POINT
Nothing we make lasts.
That’s intentional.
Endurance is not our goal.
“Make something temporary and treat it like it’s eternal.” – scrawled in toilet cubicle, venue unknown
Let the structure shift.
Let the system forget.
Let the next thing be worse in a new way.
🛠 INTERNET FATIGUE IS STRUCTURAL ROT
They paved over the weird.
They replaced forums with forms.
Now it’s all capital-A Algorithms and influencer moodboards.
404: meaning not found
“this place used to be fun” – anonymous, deleted user (2016)
We weren’t burnt out.
We were bored.
So we left.
You can still hear us if you press your ear to the static.
📡 INTERRUPTION
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This zine has expired
Please do not reload
Leave it somewhere cold
Let moss handle the rest
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👁 FINAL PIECE: EXIT LOCATED
This is not a guide.
This is a trace.
A smudge on the blueprint.
We built it sideways.
We left while it was still standing.
It’s still echoing.
That’s all we wanted.
INSTRUCTIONS (DO ONE OR ALL OR NOTHING):
☐ Tear this page out
☐ Leave it on a train
☐ Whisper a fake URL to a stranger
☐ Post it, then delete it
☐ Burn it, save the ashes
☐ Do nothing
☐ Forget on purpose
