Where the Situationist International and zombies meet. Our trajectory through the buried politics of the undead might start here with the bloodied, one-eyed glare of the accusing, raised up to get beaten down again, the endless cycle of not being allowed to die and being blamed for that fact. Not the campy schlock of the mass moaning "brains..." but the quiet rage and planning of the group in formation. Bourgeois, you have understood nothing, and we have some things to teach you. The collective pedagogy of those beyond the pale.