The room smells like smoke, wet and dewy like lime and soil. Something primal is here. It's quiet but with a low beat circulating around us, droning in the background, like we're in a whale's stomach
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Into the Mess Hall
a Stain’d arts & culture blog
At times, we all feel like kids at summer camp. As campers, the "mess hall" is where you gather, eat, share stories, and make new messes. This blog is about being stained: the stains we make and the stains that make us—and all the messiness along the way…
