HOMECOMING

As approaching this very end after 3 years of traveling to escape it, we incorporate those 6 degrees of freedom we collected, crafted and engineered over those 9 semesters to face the decision to rip, crunch or freeze. We have equipped our vessel to become a ship. We have looked for ourselves on a mirrored sea that turned upside down, but we rather found an entrance to behind our sun. we hid in huts, we stacked houses, we are coming home. while a snake peels its skin in an existential crisis, a smell of petroleum prevails throughout. we left infrastructure for those who came before us. we are the post people and we will swift complete our appointed round. we are coming home. welcome to 2057