Welcome.

Upon this place, hard-bitten and unyielding as the clay beneath an old boot heel, we speak only of things that are, not things imagined or hoped for or softened by pleasantry—the bare, bitter truths of wires and firewalls and men who would rend both for gain or chaos. We do not bend. We do not beg. There is no apology stitched into this ground, no mercy in these words. The world is what it is, and we call it such. If what you find here offends the comforts you carry like heirlooms, then walk on—there are softer paths. But if it speaks to the iron in your spine, then sit, stay, learn. The truth keeps no guests, only those who endure it.