"We rap a lot. We stack a lot.
We are selling magazines out of the boot. From the back of our pick-up truck. Probably because we are real and nostalgic people.
We are rather old-fashioned since we love the smell of paper.
It gives us a very different kind of high.
We don’t pay with our smartphones - we carry cash.
We have friends that we meet, and then we’re having a ball. Literally.
We like to shake hands, sometimes even the grabbing ones.
Physically, we are what’s happening on the outside.
We don’t give a fuck about the latest virtual hype cause it’s just fraction-free shit on the world’s data trash pile.
We carefully observe the false popular outrage that seems to get louder with every “click“.
The wannabe gentle souls.
The professionally disgusted.
This boom and bust cycle people tend to like and share and comment on.
Fuck your singularity brain-dead second hand experience dispensing simulation.
We are on the forefront of the paradigm shift - we are Lodown since then. And up to now.
We don’t believe your future because it’s not designed for humanity.
Now let’s get back to business."