Twenty-five years. Three hundred months. A blip in the system. A speck of dust.
Today the past presses with the present. Listen —
the echoes of thinkers still hum in the stone,
their whispers tremble in every tile of the city.
Feel the drink, the laugh, the life they lived,
and how they watch as we spill the same stories, again and again.
We are but a series of beliefs we collect through time —
memories, thoughts, and learnings coming together right now
to gather, to weather the storm.
Change cracks our foundation, demands radical cooperation.
A new era of thinking. And so we ask: why? why?
And how do we keep going and growing,
in these worlds that we burn and we build,
and we burn, and we build — one thought at a time.
We’re not alone. We never are.
This city, this place — witness to the beautiful atrocities
that built the cathedrals that pierce the sky, towering over us tonight.
The art, the rules, the chaos we carve into history
form the fabric of our frequency.
Nothing acts on its own.
Everything is woven into every fibre of our being.
It’s a constant conversation between what is and what isn’t.
Lost lovers find themselves, like we find meaning in our older selves.
Experiences flow through us — we’re instrumentalists in a larger symphony.
Creation needs reflection. Transformation needs collaboration and patience.
Innovation can’t be found if we don’t look back.
Which is why we’re here: to figure out, for just a brief moment,
what the future of art, design, and technology could look like —
a trifecta of sorts. A clear vision. A puzzle to solve.
Twenty-five years. A quarter of a century.
But also a flicker in the galaxy.
How rare, how fleeting, how extraordinary — to be alive,
to witness the unfolding of this point in time
and to realise that because of you and I,
and every tile that we’ve walked on,
our story comes alive.