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Intercon K

There is only the City. Few know what exists outside it. If such an Outside existed, however, its Inhabitants would desperately yearn for it. For as nothing exists outside the City, so too does nothing exist inside its Inhabitants. The Ruling - the City’s Head - rule by ignoring their class privilege. The Ruled - the City’s Hands - are ruled by fear and tedium. It is a closed system that sustains itself, yet proves utterly unsustainable. The hierarchies harden, becoming brittle and cracking under their inflexibility. And cracks have begun to appear in the City too.

Can the Head and the Hands be mediated through the Heart?