The Boundary
phones go in the canvas
lockbags. no exceptions.
surrender at the threshold
Your phone goes in a canvas bag at the gate. You get the key back when you leave. The property — and the night — begins here.
the land holds the rest
Open fire, the sound of the water, the open sky above. The lake does what no venue ever could. Let it.
we look up, not down
Stars unobstructed. The lake reflects them back. The water has been here longer than any of our problems. That's the whole point.