The camera stalks its object, meting out justice, defining degrees of freedom. The metaphysics of the crane shot go all the way down to the inner core. Visions manufacture the agent, these screened hard facts call forth universality. I am that. A sphere of mediated images, actions and narratives: Truth, justice and freedom. A forcefield produced, reproduced and consumed; desirable, seductive images that assure political right by mobilising aesthetic might.

She was already inside. I entered into the necessary circle voluntarily.…