I've found some strange boxes in the back yard. They're full of meaningless parts, drastic machines. But are they?

Somehow I know these pieces fit, that they aren't just boxes of dada junk.

They touch my ears when I am am still...

"A new website." These materials want something.

They want to be more than they are. What do they want?

What do the boxers want? Why did they leave them here for me to find, to build?

What is this website they seem to want even more than to be whole again? What terrors, what joys might it hold?

We'll know soon enough.