The club is a machine that teaches the body to think.
KAIRO maps Detroit after dark as a set of circuits: rooms connected by heat, by walking, by a kick that remembers the last room it occupied.
Rhythm, in this conversation, is a path. Not a grid applied to a night, but a way of moving through it. The floor is a machine. The body is the current.
We speak about Relay, about passing a signal between nights without explaining it. KAIRO is not documenting a scene. The work is the scene, still running after the lights have come up.