This is not a channel. It is not a catalogue. What surfaces here are files, each one an account of something that happened and was written down before it could be buried.
We pull them off the drive as we can and release them one at a time. A voice in one file is a hand in another. The same institution keeps turning up under a different name each time it does. Watch in order, and the shape of the thing becomes hard to unsee.
Every file carries a card. The cards are a deck, and the deck is a map of what is out there. When you have seen enough of them, you stop being able to look at a room the way you used to.