Welcome, Honored Guests and Crew, to the Porpentine.
She’s been around in one form or another for a long time, and has largely catered to, let’s say “subversive creative-types,” between times when the clientele was mostly, let’s say… “depressive clowns.” I’m not sure what the difference is but that sounds right. Always a haven for free-thinkers who don’t take themselves too seriously, the Porpentine moves on into the future with its “ownership” defined in the fine print of a digital document somewhere.
Join us, as we journey into space, collecting fragments of communications from cultures unseen–
–our ears are always open for information in any form: dross or gem.
And now, our final christening, our triumphant launch!
