One evening, a woman who’d helped organize the gardens set a pot of stew on the counter and wrote, in thick marker, a new header for the corkboard: WHAT WE KEEP. Beneath it, people added slips: seeds, a soldering iron, a lullaby, a roasted-vegetable recipe, a radio frequency, the address of someone who knew how to fix carburetors. They stapled a photocopy of the Twilight packet there too, not as a relic but as a foundation—an artifact that had been made alive by the people who read and argued and repaired and shared.