I work in an archive of the Movement de Quasigentsia. My understanding is the movement’s aim is to explore socially-constructed realities through a series of loosely connected stories.
The best I can tell the Quasigentsia consider themselves to be the exploratory arm of a pandimensional communitas which inhabit the gaps between experiential existence—they revere the liminal and interstitial.
I think of it as a modern-day Rosicrucianism meets slipstream, although there are elements of southern, speculative, and weird fiction as well.
I unload boxes and flip bits all day, in a grimy ill-lit room with ancient equipment that I can occasionally coax into working.