A Dream -- Saturday 27 June

I'm walking along a coastline that's half Cornwall, half Middlesbrough - cliffs of steel and concrete tower over me, gulls cry like sirens. The waves are typing on the shore, each one a letter in an infinite equation that Aristotle is trying to solve with his politics-as-organism analogy. A ZX Spectrum glows in the distance, its pixels forming the ultimatum game's strategies. Alok DJs from within the machine, his music a punk zine turned 50, shouting "Rave New World!" into a world of climate lawsuits and hot messes.