An intimate salon of words, highlighted by the aroma of fragrant bud, and the music whose volume seems to be just right. The words, the music, the strain are more or less a record of the moment. Some things make sense. Others make noise.
Take a look around; enjoy the knickknacks and the plants. It's not cluttered, but it comes close. Every item has a story. A history. A place. The microphone is decorative and that's OK. Talking is never required.
House notes
This space is free from all of the nine, and gluten.
Links to single songs on Tidal will allow you to play the song on your choice of platform. Choose whichever you prefer. They will play on an external site.
Each record has a Tidal player on its sleeve, and it waits for you. Pressing it brings in Tidal’s player, and nothing plays until you press play there. You can stop it whenever you like. Without a Tidal account, Tidal plays a preview of the song.
On the shelf
Each record holds a grouping of words, music, and bud. If the words are borrowed, credit is given. We vibe with the Zibaldone guidelines too.
S = Sativa | H = Hybrid | I = Indica
Record 1
Words
What does it mean to know me? What do you think it entails? Are you curious about me? Or do you prefer to let assumption prevail?
Liner notes Getting to know the brother I met two years ago. It's tender, but this was a sweet moment.
Open mic
Bring a pairing of your own. Fill in the slip, press Copy, and keep it or share it wherever you like. Nothing here is sent or saved. If you are not sure of a line, say so rather than guess.
Pairing slip
30 or fewer. No song lyrics.
The person who wrote them, not who passed them to you. Your own name if they are yours.
With chapter or section, if you know it.
Edition, year, publisher.
The work itself, not a quotation site.
Public domain, a Creative Commons licence, all rights reserved, or your own words.
The song or playlist, who made it, a link, and how long it runs.
In your own words.
As you want it credited, and where it links, or none.
The nine allergens on the house sign are the major food allergens named by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration: milk, eggs, fish, crustacean shellfish, tree nuts, peanuts, wheat, soybeans and sesame (FDA, Food Allergies, read 2026-10-10). The sign borrows “the nine” from the dish cards in Hey Good Cookin' on Stimpunks.World.
Headings set in Gloock, designed by Duarte Pinto (SIL Open Font License).
Text set in Literata, designed by TypeTogether (SIL Open Font License).
Labels set in Courier Prime, designed by Alan Dague-Greene (SIL Open Font License).
The pairing slip is adapted from the attribution slip on the Zibaldone page of Stimpunks.World, by Stimpunks, shared under CC BY-SA 4.0. The adapted slip is shared under the same licence. The year it was written is not given on the page, so it is left out here.
Built with help from Claude, an AI model made by Anthropic. Claude wrote the code, drew the window, the plants, the records, the microphone, the chair, the table and the cannabis plant as SVG and CSS, and drafted the headings, the Open mic invitation and the adapted slip for Kristina to change.
HOW LOUD DO YOU WANT IT?
Starts wherever your device says. Nothing moves, flashes, or plays until you say so.
Job marker — a carrot, rolled off the shopping list
You have found a job marker. The Adventurer’s Guild is a shopfront on the street, and it posts jobs that send you round these rooms. Take the code below to its board and that job is done. Nothing here is scored, nothing expires, and one is a perfectly good number of jobs to do.
The job: The only legible lines
Before the code: What were the words on the first record scribbled on the back of?
Hint 1
It is in the liner notes of Record 1, on the shelf.
Hint 2
Something a shop hands you when you pay.
Last hint
A slip of paper with what you bought printed on it.
Give me the answer
The answer is A receipt. A receipt: Kristina had been carrying it around for a few days, and the lines on the first record were the only ones on it she could still read.
Taking the answer is a real way through this, not a lesser one. Nothing is watching and nothing is written down.