As principle curator of this project I have had many crises in my efforts to make this archive cohere. For instance, only this morning I was presented with yet another impasse; was I to archive these materials to present a sensible record of an event, (i.e. the undisclosed ‘crisis’ happening all around CADE,) or was it rather that I was to archive CADE himself – put both him and his crisis into order and thus create a workable map of this elusive catatonic? The only proof of CADE’s agency exists in this documentation, as though his being is articulated through the detritus and rubbish of his life, of what he leaves behind him. Whether CADE may be given some kind of organ-isation in this way is a question I have yet to ponder at any depth, so I will here constrict myself to discussing the material – as I see it – collected on this page.
London is evidently being drawn into the gravitational arms which reach with casual menace from the unknown epicentre of the crisis. As the vines of anxiety coil around everyday life, unhinging the co-dependency of sense from form, so does the city of London begin to dislocate itself into chaotic topographies. The Greek κρίσις (crisis), taken to mean ‘splitting’, is most visible in the disruption of the borders required to keep the city-state consonant, but which here manifest themselves in a nonsensical state of ill-definition. It could almost be said that these borders have no integrity at all, like a picture spilling out of its frame, (or ink bleeding out of its word.) But the borders themselves cannot be seen. The only way in which these borders and territorial lines can be detected is by their being contested, patrolled and garrisoned; from this revised perspective, CADE evidently makes the suggestion that ‘it takes a patrol to make a border’. Borders aside, whether they exist or not is here a moot point; rather it is the effect of such inadequate annexations on the behaviours exhibited by their inhabitants which draws CADE towards them.
These tribes or clans are displaying a becoming-animal, adapting to the new situation in which they find themselves – their territory. In this respect the local environment - the one in which we walk down the shops, the short-cut we sometimes take to work - becomes as suspect as the people moving around in it – and perhaps even more so.