“Today’s movement must be so rich that it cannot be reduced to either one of two preset outcomes: victory or defeat. It must be so prolific that it spills through its containment, composting failure, reworking the meanings of success, celebrating with experimentation, unlearning mastery, and doing the tender work of listening to the perpetual conversation between hope and its many shadows. Today’s movement must go beyond an aspiration for a better world or publishing manifestos on how to arrive at a lovelier arrangement; in realising how those very desires and visions, however lofty, may be instigated by, conditioned within, and reinforcing for the familiar, it must press towards the strange, the yet-to-be-wanted, the ugly, the monstrous, the not-quite-fundable, the yeah-I-like-what-you-say-but-what-do-I-do and other such practicalities. It must bring together unholy alliances, plastic and activist, altar and faeces, fruit shavings and favelas, fugitives and money, gods and endings, rapture and rupture, hope and hopelessness. Somewhere in the compost heap of these loamy gatherings, this dirty assemblage, a young shoot might tenderly break through. An emissary from a world we do not yet know.”