We take almost all the decisive steps in our lives as a result of slight inner adjustments of which we are barely conscious.

W.G.S.

Pascal Blanché, Montreal, Canada.

Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole.

W.S.B.

Music: Jamie XX.
Director: Romain-Gavras.

“Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh
Easy, easy!
All it down, all it down.”

Kevin Krautgartner, Wuppertal, Germany.

The zipper hung, caught, as he opened the French fatigues, the coils of toothed nylon clotted with salt. He broke it, some tiny metal parts shooting off against the wall of salt-rotten cloth gave, then was in her, effecting the transmission of the old message.

Here, even here, in a place he knew for what it was, a coded model of some stranger’s memory, the drive held.

W.G.

Teho Teardo & Blixa Bargeld + Sol Seppy + Sigur Rós + Burial & Four Tet.

He is an electric ghost painted in the colours of a dead moment.

J.M.

Li Ye, Lhasa, China.

There is something in such laws that takes the breath away. They are not discoveries or inventions of the human mind, but exist independently of us. In a moment of clarity, one can at most discover that they are there and take them into account. Long before there were people on the earth, crystals were already growing in the earth’s crust.
On one day or another, a human being first came across such a sparkling morsel of regularity lying on the ground or hit one with his stone tool and it broke off and fell at his feet, and he picked it up and regarded it in his open hand, and he was amazed.

M.C.E.