Inku: the event map

Open the map. See a concert tonight. Show up. Post an Inku on the wall. Now you can poke anyone else who came. They accept, you exchange socials. When the show ends, the wall closes.

The loop in five steps.

1. See it. Open the map. There is a festival, a concert, a launch, a meetup near you tonight.
2. Show up. You have to be physically there. No remote browsing, no checking in from the train.
3. Post. Sixty seconds, an Inku and one handwritten line under it.
4. Connect. Poke anyone else who showed up. They accept, you exchange socials (Instagram, X, LinkedIn, whatever they chose). Strangers who were there can reach you. Strangers who weren't can't. That is the whole rule.
5. The wall closes. When the event ends, the wall vanishes. No save for later. No screenshot of the room.

Real-life presence is the only way in. You don't follow. You don't friend-request. You don't swipe. You show up. That is what gates the exchange, and that is what makes the strangers worth knowing.

Places, the long-running layer. Cafes, parks, museums, landmarks, the bench you keep coming back to. Every public place on the map has its own wall, and unlike event walls, places never close. Walk in, leave an Inku, read what the strangers before you left at the same table. The events are the headline. The places are the long, slow page underneath.

Your own private map. Every Inku you take stays pinned to your own map, just for you. The ones you kept private and the ones you posted to public walls, all of them. Open it a year from now and your year is a quiet constellation: the festival in July, the launch party in September, the morning corner, the bar in a city you visited once. Nobody else sees this map. It is the quiet payoff for the days you came out for yourself and not for strangers.

Six printers, six characters. Basho is the wooden desk press from the room beside a garden, brushed ink on soft paper. Pocket is the small one you carry. Neo Tokyo runs on rain and vending machine static, slick paper, neon font. Field Issue was given to observers, not soldiers, rough card and typewriter ink. New York is the yellow cab printer, two blocks ahead of you and already laughing. Atelier is the Paris studio press, heavy paper, careful hand. Different paper, different ink, different handwriting. Pick the one that fits the wall.

Safety you can feel. Every Inku and every poke can be reported. Any stranger can be blocked in one tap. Every flag is reviewed by a human within a day. No exceptions.

Open Inku. Find a wall. Show up. Post. Poke. Exchange.

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