KLF KHRONICLES

The KLF Khronicles were never meant to sit still. They lived online as a kind of shifting scrapbook of links, clips, scans and odd fragments stitched together in the spirit of rummaging and discovery.

But time does what time does. Videos get pulled, blogs vanish, podcasts disappear and links rot. Some of it’s gone for good, leaving only outlines and echoes, the empty spaces where things once were.

For a spell the Khronicles themselves joined that disappearance, lost in the churn of servers and mishaps, presumed gone. But like most things in this story, they refused to stay buried. What you’re reading now is the return: dug up, dusted off, lit again.

And so it goes with the author too. The one who first wrote these words was burned away somewhere along the line. Another body on the pyre, another brick for the pyramid. What speaks here is what survived.

Think of this less as a polished archive and more like finding a half-burned map, or a bootleg cassette from a car boot sale. Not everything survived, not everything plays. But enough of the signal still cuts through the noise.

THE BUILD UP TO WELCOME TO THE DARK AGES