From text to textiles, from stores to stories— every week we take a confidential behind the scenes look chronicling diverse experiences and accounts of some of the most pivotal, impactful and transformative narratives that make up the real fabric of fashion.
These entries are included as material in the Web3 Fashion Manifesto and also open sourced under CC0 to the Meta Source Vaults.
Their movements almost completely mechanical. Repetitive and precise. The factory stretches on for miles. 100 ft industrial ceilings with horizontal joists tracking the entire expanse, you can only just make out the night sky through the porthole at the hull of the vessel.
Your eyes follow their rhythm. One, two, three, four, five steps before the serum is prepared and then injected ever so carefully into its transitionary jar.
1301 days on this Alien ship and 1300 since you’ve been plotting an escape. Finally, the opportunity presents itself.
At the midpoint the portal stands tall, ferociously illuminating neon colours of blue, yellow, orange and white. It’s hypnotising.
Remember to breathe. Don’t lose sight of the objective. It’s time to take action. With Olympic sneakers you pick up a lightning pace, headed straight for the opening of the portal.
Will you make it out? This chaotic rush of pleasure through your veins. You’re so close.
A sudden jab, you feel the pinch of your skin, your pupils dilate and contract, everything around you moves out of focus.
Subdued into withdrawal. The next dream begins.
Take a right on Delancey and this office starts to feel like home for me. No Aliens manufacturing dream potions here. But there is some other kind of magic. Entirely transcendent. I don’t know? It’s funny like that. One small rebellious way to make me react.
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