Entering the garden

I'm trying desperately to resist the urge to write this entire website as a choose-your-own adventure game. Must, resist.

As you enter the garden, you can see a bunch of records for sale, or at least on display. You also hear a band playing somewhere inside. It's impossible to miss the huge amount of power extension cords and other wires darting through the gate, laying on the ground, and even going up over the walls of the garden. Whatever is going on here requires plenty of electricity it would seem.

You also see what looks like a disheveled madman rambling to himself about blogging.

There's a live digital display telling you about things that are going on right now.

A scrappy-looking journal is open on a simple table, with some handwritten poetry and the like.

In the corner of the garden, there is a large smelly compost pile.

You can also read about the digital garden itself.