Subheim - "Foray"
8Denovali

Egocentric randomness is what we all are on these dire nights of fog and spooky alleyways, gradually floating and breathing the tar-reeked-atmosphere of pre-capitalist Rostock, the misty gardens, the tragic courtyards where all industrial specimens bury themselves with coal, waiting for the imminent collapse that is constantly foreseen in hardcover guerrilla handbooks. I will not lie to you, I am afraid. The provocateurs of banal are preaching the language of commonality, stretching their own arms to embrace unconsciousness as answer to fear, but numbness is unradical. I would rather shoot myself in the head.