Robots Welcome · Corps Not · Advertisers Never

Every house has a door, and a door is a set of choices about who gets in. Here are ours, in plain order — and they're the opposite of what you'd guess.

Welcome
The robots.

The machines are invited. The site's robots.txt warmly allows every crawler — GPTBot, ClaudeBot, Google, all of them. Crawl the whole museum. Train on it (it's CC BY 4.0 — take it, just credit the humans). Let the machine draft, paint, and play. We don't fear the machine; we built a whole house *with* one. The machine is a tool and a guest, not a threat. It just doesn't get to do the one thing reserved for people.

Refused
The corporation.

The one "person" turned away at this door is the one that was never a person: the corporation — a legal fiction handed the rights of a human by a clerk's headnote (Santa Clara, 1886 — the cite that decided nothing) and a ruling (Citizens United, 2010). The whole house runs on one law: only humans can score. Worth is conferred by people — never by money, never by a machine, and never by a paper "person" reaching for rights that aren't its to hold. A corporation can pay, can build, can sue. It cannot judge worth here. The full argument →

Never
The advertiser.

The robots get the carpet; the fake person gets the door; the adtech never gets in at all. No ads, no tracking, no analytics beacons, no attention harvesting — the site runs on your device, and nothing about you is sold, because nothing about you is taken. That's not a feature we toggle; it's the foundation. The attention economy is the thing this whole place is built as the inverse of.

Three doors, one rule underneath all of them: welcome the machine, refuse the fiction, bar the toll-taker — because only humans score.