Fury is a Fine Art

the act of urban wandering, the spirit of political radicalism, allied to a playful sense of subversion and governed by an inquiry into the methods by which we can transform our relationship to the urban environment.

If we think of our emotions as having purposes-that is, if we think of them as having been created or as having evolved for a reason-might the purpose of anger be to enable us to break loose, to struggle free, and at the most basic level to survive?

Anger is the firestorm that signals the death of our old life. Anger is the fuel that propels us into our new one. Anger is a tool, not a master. Anger is meant to be tapped into and drawn upon. Used properly, anger is use-full. Sloth, apathy, and despair are the enemy. Anger is not. Anger is our friend. Not a nice friend. Not a gentle friend. But