Post Maker Camp

It is 01:40. Accordion music is finally playing on tv. We might now be anti hormone war activists and negation of negation of post-post nokia, or something like that. The situation is getting out of control. Our emblem is taking on forms - charged by an ear-ripping thunderbolt strike next to the building. Sauna is becoming gilded, hot, and stocked with baby water. Horse art keeps sprouting. We have at least three acts booked for the funeral party, but we do not know if they will actually do something. The moon is full. The end is nigh.

It is 22:50. Cock whistle music is playing from the cyberspace. Antti is gone, Tomi is hiding. Long inefficient walks, searching for a second skin, not too sexy. The Chinese let us down, but discount oversize stockings found us. Despite our guides' best efforts, a local source for filling the blenders has still not been found. Major reformations in the Outer Circle are causing confusion. Even Eeman's plates are gone. But Roolinoppa says that everything is ready. The sweat is condensing. Gold and silver facelift for sauna hasa been prepared. An outsider remote controlled by The Pit gave the name for the closing night. The reach is already at least 1500 meters.

It is 03:30. Eighties Estonian synthpop is playing on the PA. Tomi is luxuriously sleeping on a brown velvet armchair. Baby water is still flowing. Our fish fell to the floor. I wonder if the original fish is safe? Nobody is answering the phone in our studio. All the booze has drained into The Pit. And it is repeating. We are the last people at a noise gig. The museum will be gone tomorrow, as will Antti. We worked on Sunday. We did not even go into the fish worshipping church. We will all go to Hell. But The Pit will persist.

It is 03:10. The world is shaking: rap music is playing in the television. Antti and Tomi are both asleep on large leather couch. Today, we were on the maker faire. The amount of 3D printers we saw has drained us. There was no other food than macaroni and frozen vegetables. But at least we have discovered an ability to be invisible to the typical Maker Faire visitor. No exploration today, only the Cirkulacija 2 vortex and baby water baths.

It is 03:30. We have lost the accordion music channels. Antti has fallen asleep, half dressed, half undressed. The lost horse was rescued from the flies. And we finally got the fish. We tried to build some more things for tomorrow's fair, but nothing was finished. But we meditated by the Pit.  We had a visitor today, so we had to set up the show, and we are very close to breaking the record. Pizza from the sauna was delicious. We should be back in 8 hours. Hope is vain.

03:15. Accordion music plays on television. Long day that required long planning. We did not manage to catch the fish today, despite two reminders from the print shop. They closed already at 16:00. We were not that fast. We had the first day of the exhibition, almost broke the Cirkulacija 2 record for the most visitors in a day. Sauna was warm and everything was nice and we found a new wine granny room. We argued about the role of telepathy and made plans for future developments in the field. Exploration of ruins and the horse art scene. Un/fortunately the horse totem was both found and lost in the ruins.