In the autumn of 2009, I drove from Paris to Bratislava for a group exhibition. To lighten up the long drive, and to help me build the sculpture once there, I asked Jason to accompany me.
          Self-effacing humour is a prerequisite for anyone accompanying you on a 13-hour drive across Europe. During the ride, he told me that he was unable to shake off a certain feeling of impotence that came with the task of choosing a subject as a writer. The choice seemed arbitrary. In short, he did not see the sense in doing much about anything. He had the right to write about anything. So he wrote about nothing. Subjects of conversation came and went even before we started to delve into the psychosis of his writer’s block. As we neared our destination, and the bars of his self-made nihilistic prison became more apparent, I felt there was much he could do or write using his brutal, politically incorrect humour and finely honed nose for the hypocrisies of this world.
          Experience told me that the best way to fight your way out of a wet paper bag is to turn your disadvantage into an advantage, as the old Sun Tzu dictum goes. I challenged Jason to simply turn the arbitrary into a strength, an opening, that perhaps he could dissociate the dogmatic importance of the subject choice from the writer’s role, without falling into the abyss of journalism.
          The 25 titles in this collection, I gleaned from Jason during our trip. Jason's texts are the result of this pirouette.

—Markus Hansen, March 2011