The arrivals
The wall goes up, the door list opens, and the first twenty-five arrive.

A quarter century deserves a poster
The wall goes up, the door list opens, and the first twenty-five arrive.

Evidence from the first twenty-four years, pasted rather than curated.

The lights cut low. The part we do not print starts here.

Foil, tape, and the flash that caught the night.

It is the only polite way to rip this poster. Found your name on the list. Obviously.