The dark brick walls of an old abandoned factory,

heavy-industry of the past, dismantled machines whose function can be but hardly guessed, rusty gears all around, iron pieces, corroded pipes. Curious mechanisms of an age that is now long gone, made of wheels, bolts, shafts, springs, velocity. Force.

A force still at work and powerful, flowing like a river of glowing bits from a lit, red-hot melting pot still standing amidst the machines, casting light across the space, generating concepts, ideas, emotions in binary code.

A digital factory.

The Bit Pot