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The maintenance of a front garden, the reorganization of an archive, the appearance on stage, writing books and making movies. These different activities all have in common that the perpetrators necessarily trying to leave the crime scene. The successful organization of a space is the proof that we exist. But the tendency of things and organisms, not to keep still, undermines every attempt of this organization period to give. From the impact of the comet that wiped out the dinosaurs at the time, testify only as traces, that we speak rather of a hypothesis. The shock, one can affect the face of the images that were shot by the destruction of a giant Buddhist statue, towering on the niche that is now empty shows, but the power of the track was here paid off and in turn one of traces of a vanished riverbed subscribed mountain was imposed. And the image report a track, an extremely volatile. It threatens to disappear in the maze of images. Impressed he has perhaps only a memory, as a trace. Permanently invisible, this track may only by his death.

In the multitude of other overlapping traces the Tracking has become more difficult. The legibility of the world has not increased with the variety of textures. Much like any police state produces its own borders, if monitoring in time and effort begins on the hinauszuwuchern monitored to produce illegible instead of the desired absolute clarity, any increase in the availability of information leads to impenetrability. The range kills. Presence tends to be in the mass disappearances, the complete anonymity. Also a problem of the Internet, where more and more disappears as number there.

We only see the visible signs of the successful, has succeeded where the organization of a room for a short time. For each film that is shown, and if only for a few days in a small cinema, but is always another who was shot, but never found its audience, is a hidden track or failed. But what is a movie that nobody sees? At Mark Twain goes back to the joke that the best captain of all time was not Napoleon, but a tailor from Scotland, who had just never had the opportunity to prove his talent.