Cody Ellingham, Tokyo, Japan.

To be an outlaw you must first have a base in law to reject and get out of, I never had such a base. I never had a place I could call home that meant any more than a key to a house, apartment or hotel room. … Am I alien? Alien from what exactly? Perhaps my home is my dream city, more real than my waking life precisely because it has no relation to waking life.

W.S.B.

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.