Evening Colorwheel

The once bustling community of Caucasia has fallen silent and vacant. What shall we then say to these things? This season we endeavor to combat this emerging epidemic of philosophical white flight in an effort to return Caucasia to its natural state of equitable community.

In spite of so much progress, we are still here.

As we emerge from our collective sequestrations, lazy and plump with ennui, Season 2 looms large and in a particularly negro fashion. Come with us on a journey... another journey... this time with other negros. Several negros. MULTIPLE negros. Legally congregated. And... observing. Join us in joining them whilst they observe you. Right now. ... next Season.

In this, the newest of Caucasian years, our intrepid explorer marks the change thoughtful whilst pacing gracefully (and with much Negro flair) through the crisp morning air of a slowly stirring Caucasia.

A concerned Negra expresses concerns. Deeply. Poeticly. Negro-ly.

Our explorer sits beside a fire, fending off the chill of the air and inspiring thoughts of warmth, perhaps, lacking elsewhere...

Late night and out of the doors, our Negro navigates by starlight and contemplates the boundaries of the land in which he is now contained, the criteria for those boundaries, and how else those boundaries might be negotiated and adjudicated.

Freedom is what you do for others and what they, in turn, grant you. It is both a requirement of human dignity and an ongoing struggle for certain human beings arbitrarily deemed "less human". Our explorer examines the resulting contradictions and their anticipated wildness.

The origins of Caucasia are revealed whilst the nebulous fate of its inhabitants are ruminated upon with insufficient focus and vigor.

The terror of the unknown and ambiguous aftermath of the impending election, inspires our explorer to contemplate, consider, and commune..