Precaryote is not a fixed collective. It is a drift of affinities, a membrane of collaboration. Sometimes we are artists pretending to be scientists. Sometimes we are researchers disguised as poets. Sometimes we are just walking, together.
The name comes from the fusion of precariat and prokaryote — the socio-economic and the microbial.
Prokaryotes are ancient, nucleus-free organisms. Adaptive. Communal. The Precariat is all of us, bodies without guarantees.
We gather under this name to create low-scale, high-concept experiments at the edge of art, science, and philosophy.
We care about things that don’t scale. About fragile knowledge, affective infrastructure, documentarian rituals, and urban poetics.
We move between disciplines because the disciplines are already bleeding.
Our projects emerge from conversation, from silence, from noticing.
We are all future agnostic, collapsologist of the intellect, optimist of the will.
Some of us have names. Others are processual.
If you’d like to collaborate, walk with us, or tell us we’re wrong, you’re welcome.