The fluorescent lights have been lying to you. The standing desk, the hot-desk, the cold-brew; none of it is real. DarmCamp is real.
We are a tribe of hackers, makers, dreamers, and freaks who gather once a year in a field to remember the ancient wisdom: grass exists, and you can touch it.
Three days of camping, hacking, soldering, jamming, stargazing, and communing with the mycorrhizal network beneath your feet. Bring your projects. Bring your weirdness. Leave your hustle.
This is not a conference. This is not a hackathon. This is a happening, a festival of minds, a communion of curious souls who believe that the best debugging environment is a meadow at golden hour with a cold drink in your hand.