Turbo

Once for the shake of a geometric figure, I exterminated the vegetation on a few square metres of ground-totally. To top this I strew paint powder of metal concent on the square slashed into nature. First I was frightened. Was it worth doing this when not apparently necessary? Could I defend my “artistic”
act in respect of the violence committed against vegetation? Instead off explanations, I slowly got the feel of brute force, the freedom of destruction. There is no way of doing or forming something without changing the given.
Let us be radical! Let us swap scale! From square metres to square kilometres! Let us speed up, for we cannot assas processes without knowing rules we are meant to live by! Let us see where things are moving to! As a rule, children try whatever is prohibited them, because they do not understand the reason behind the ban. Adults do not remember the reason behind the prohibition, because they have no or have run out of experiences. As children, we could trample beetles to death to see whether they would come back to life again. I could no longer find any guidance in this kind of experience. I desired more complicated, more dangeros games. I organized a squad, a special task force. It is small but mobile. Its invention is exact and radical. our stategy resembles the methods of combat sports where the attacking motion of the opponent is strengthened and its momentum exaggereted, and is thus rendered inexact and ineffectual.