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Notes from Post Maker Camp event sequence as told by Koelse's brave road warriors.

Post Maker Camp is a joint venture between Pixelache festival, Koelse and Cirkulacija 2.

Our goal is to experiment on what is the point of making experimental electronic art after the peak of maker culture.

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Like a fish out of baby water

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.

Easy day

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.

A visitor

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.