The serenity of the Mythical Institution has overcome us somewhat, and now we feel that we are nearing the conclusion. The embers sit as stars above us and as we bathe in their warm hue, the creatures we have slain murmur on the wind, a hollow sound that we ingest with every breath.
We do not know how long we will sleep here, in joy and serenity. If you exhale a cry, let it be not painful and sharp but warm and joyful. Who will walk here in our absence? We know only that the events that took place here are impressed upon the land and will be ushered with every stumbled step and pulling of tide. We are also reminded that the journey into the future is only partly by chance, and that its pathway is as soft or as twisted as we desire.
So, we challenge this retrograde desire for completion. Instead we open up the venue to be inhabited as others see fit, the start of a rigorous new programme. Come closer, inspect our halls, bring forth your desire and wit. Goodbye it is not, instead: hello world.
