MADE BY A BUNCH OF NOBODIES

MANIFESTO

There is a quiet place where passion exists just as intensely as it does in the midst of all the noise, and that’s usually where we go. It’s a place easily missed by the spotlight, but it’s there – in the corner, in the middle of the crowd, in your face but not always. Stop by if you find us, but put the light away if you can. We’ll see things clearly without the glare. We’ll hear you better without the applause.

It’s not a hideaway. There is nothing to hide from. We’re no different, and we’re no rebels. But this place -- it allows us the freedom to impress no one, to stand on a platform and remain unseen. Life unfolds around us, but our existence happens elsewhere. We wear our passion quietly amidst the constant buzz.

But we don’t own this place. We don’t seek refuge here. Who knows where we really belong?