The shifting borders of urban terrain necessitate new strategies for domination, retention and extension of territory, but the threat which informs such behaviours is unspecified, as though a crisis were unfolding which nobody can see. Tanks roll through Peckham Rye in the silence of the night, groups of men congregate in dark corners for no explicit reason, each alleyway becomes imbued with risk, a crisis manufacturing itself. No doubt CADE himself, incessantly skulking through the mean corners of the night is in some way engrafted to these modified behaviours, acting as though a disaster is looming, portentous signifiers manufacturing anxieties in the dark workshop of his brains.
In a nail salon either weapons are being improvised or instruments for digging and escape are being sharpened. A collective assemblage threatens the territoriality of the body, of appearances of all kinds and the signifier is chained to desperate interpretations. But in addition to the panic perceived by CADE, an unexpected correlate emerges: inertia. An entropic system is reaching heat-death, another collective assemblage is grinding to a halt and nothing really is happening.