“And a person, who fell out of the order of nature due to the excess of knowledge, must create an artificial world for themselves in which they could live.“
An early visitor sings: Let us dance. Let us build a shelter of trust where murmurs in a new language can be heard. “We all know that all that we create is ephemeral,” it whispers as we elevate ourselves beyond the fear of failure, fear of the future. For a moment we merge with the trees and concrete, with light rays and puddles. We have come to build temporary structures of halfwords, gestures, and calls. Now, let us dance at the Shelter of Trust.
— Kaspars Groševs