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We dig in. We dig out. There are miles behind us. Miles ahead. It‘s an ear worm existence. The tank reads full but it feels like coasting on fumes. Mass culture flying outside the window. Yet  just over the horizon there is a church full of alleys and cobwebbed corners, musty smells and sacred weirdness. It’s where the curious crowd gathers to worship the art of the unusual, where they commune and commiserate. Inspired by the idea that nothing is beyond knowing. A cult of the unique, the odd, and the curious where all are welcome to step in and be different.