In the deep subterranean spaces of exile, beneath unsettled skies, angry suns, and broken celestial agreements, when the peace of things can no longer be ascertained, we press our hands on cave walls to trace out other possibilities.

We are a festive pilgrimage of inquiry at the edges of thought, an educational fungal bloom of wonder, of strange encounters, of experimentation, and of the exploration of other modes of being in a time of crisis.

At Dancing with Mountains, we move within the soulscape of Bayo Akomolafe's framework of 'parapolitics' and 'postactivism', connecting with the world, cultivating errant perceptions, weaving networks of fugitive care, organizing communities and institutions inside the Trojan Horse of a question: what is available beyond hope? What if the way we respond to the crisis is part of the crisis?

This is not about hope. This is not about strategy. This is about learning to dance with the trouble. To trace the outlines of what has not yet arrived. To experiment with being-otherwise. You are welcome here—not because you know where you're going, but because something in you is willing to be disoriented.