. have you noticed how germanic we all are in angle-land? its all so fearfully organised, every inch of space is formally allocated to someone, every field fenced, every path clearly marked. and how unfree in the face on the shared common sense that tyrannizes us. but i WANT to kill the grass along the edge of this path by walking on it, and I WANT to risk myself by not wearing a crash helmet (i can almost feel my life sometimes when the death is blowing through my hair) and i WANT the risk of walking sometimes while NOT on film, even though i know that any assault i may undergo or undertake may go unrecorded.... because sometimes, deep deep down, i want you all to go fuck yourselves and get out of my garden... .