Frankfurt Lab

In a former Young Pioneers summer camp, mosses, fungi, and algae are now shaping the future – pioneers who pursue no goal other than simply being. Once upon a time, children were prepared here for a better future, in the name of socialism, in a linear and rational way. We, too – Constantin and Matthias – were such pioneers; we, too, sang their songs. Auferstanden aus Ruinen.

Today, all further promises of the future seem to have been exposed – and with them, the very way the future is made: as promises whose fulfillment always eludes us.

To the camp where the children’s books and educational texts of the socialist era are still being absorbed by the new pioneers, we have entrusted what fell to us as the last great promises for the future: the Grundgesetz of the Federal Republic of Germany, the European anthem, the Treaty of Lisbon, and the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

For months, microbes, fungi, algae, mosses, and the weather have taken their toll on the paper on which these ideals are written.

From the remnants, scraps, fragments, tears, and gaps of what was recovered, the future shone upon us. We consulted an LLM like a Pythia, asking it to deliver oracles that defy logic from these complex patterns and structures, based on probability and causality. We sorted, curated, and combined, and now leave to chance what decay did not take away.

And then you enter this space. Welcome. Embracing the composed frak— tur— frak · tur— tür · ali — a of a non-linear score-like quality, passing through you, and reproducing it in a modulated form—music of the future in open execution.