It was getting dark when we found the entrance amidst the old red brick factory buildings but got no answer on the doorbell or the phone... eventually our presence registered and someone appeared, ear phones now out, and we climbed the stairs to a brilliant project space full of vibrating cardboard boxes and tiny threads of copper wire connecting them all along the floor.
We turned one upside down, sped between them, flicked the switch to off, waited for some to fall (they didn't) and J drew two boxes kissing. It was surreal with a post-office aesthetic and a sense of communal energy, like people shuffling in their own spaces and occasionally brushing up against each other - all industrious and equitable...So thanks Zimoun for Rotations and the man in the space for letting us just roam.
