Skateboarding

To skate is to play. It is playing with the world. A world of concrete steel and glass. A dystopian world. To skate is to crack the polished surface of the world itself. To skate is to grind down the symbols of eternal growth and human striving.

To skate is to mimik surfing. To take a holy interaction with nature, with water, forces greater than man, and applying it in an artificial concret world. To play the last game, to actually look at the map. Not to flee but to rebelliously play with the map itself – noisily altering, making cracks and marking the ground.

Skaters scorn modernity. Cynically they scratch the idea of the polished glittering surface of the optimized self-striving healthy human. Playfully they throw it down stairs.

Every mark they leave is backed up by a scar on their body. For they are credible, these jokers of the city, (not that they would know) as long as they skate.