It's a disaster. Everything is going absolutely, and without the slightest variation, to plan. Questions are a burden to others. Answers a prison to oneself. Disastodrome recognizes that culture only happens in secret.
Outsiders see the cold ashes, never the sparks, never the flames.
Disastodrome is a festival without a safety net. Men stand in the moment testing themselves as men. You don't see this kind of stuff much. Irony you get. This night we suffer no irony.