✴ MANIFESTO: Ripped from the fabric of linear time, stitched with speculative guts ✴
We Refuse the Future™ The branded, predictive, data-slicked futures served up by power and profit? No, thank you. We bite the hand that forecasts.
Anticipation is Not a Product It’s a process, a practice, a provocation. It lives in bodies, kitchens, archives, uprisings, breakdowns, dance floors, and dreams.
Unmake to Remake We wield critique as compost. We break down the old to feed what might emerge. Dismantling is a love language.
Futures Are Not Neutral They are fought over, performed, colonised, resisted. Every image of what’s to come carries ghosts of what’s been stolen.
Time Is Not a Line We operate in spirals, eruptions, and sideways glances. Chrononormativity bores us.
We Are Multiple We are witches, queers, misfits, mad ones, scholars, artists, exiles, amateurs, and professionals of the in-between.
The Salon is Political We gather to think, yes—but also to eat, plot, laugh, and resist together. Boisterously. Beautifully. Bitingly.
Speculation is a Weapon and a Whisper Sometimes we shout. Sometimes we cast spells in the margins. Sometimes we just listen for what hasn’t arrived yet.