Together we build, sometimes we find a balance. A deep-seated urge to form a group, despite the leaking away, the falls, and the fears. The heroes of this messy quest bump up against the boundaries of the reasonable, the appropriate, and the ridiculous. To the rhythm of live music, seven artists turn the tent into their playground and play it.

We can imagine what comes next: it is going to rain.
Not rain that washes clean,
but a rain that remembers.
That calls forth the dead and the living, that brings the chosen family together.
There, we seek how we can remain standing when everything collapses.
There, we plant seeds of gentle anger and hard love.
Without any productive purpose, except simply to exist.
But existence is not without risk.