Black metal as the wrong corrective, as this whole apostulate dispostulate pustulating apprehension, the violence of knowing what but not how to not. And then wasteland and landscape as spaces closer to their preregulatory history, the bog and wu’s field (which is also Fred’s and Julian’s and Lorenzo’s), in relation to affects role in creating a notion of the self, drops like a radical politics, like a radical restructuring of what kind of things are possible.