Venue TBC

We are the Children of the Compost. Journey into our forest of light, sound and movement; and imagine new ways of living and dying together.
Step quietly. This is a space of listening—where the dead speak, the earth breathes, and kin emerge from the ruins of what was. You may be invited to witness, to remember, to grieve. You may find yourself dancing.

This is no linear story, but a weaving of sensations, gestures, and fragments—an ecology of feeling made visible.

The forest changes as you move through it. Lights flicker like thought. Voices echo like memory. Time bends. You are not alone.

This immersive ritual invites you to pause, reflect, and wonder: what does it mean to stay with the trouble? To compost the past? To care for each other in uncertain times?
Come with open senses. Leave with questions.
We’ll be waiting.