In this issue of Utter Journal, there’s no conclusion or attempt to identify with the existential elements of war. Here is no more than a collection of data by one artist, his war collection, his own childlike preoccupation with the overbearing reality of war. At times his denial and naïvety appear overwhelmed by the sheer weight of message and a realisation that, outside the primordial warrior class, we are all swept up as the accidental casualties of a deep psychological confinement to the pervasive indent of war, and the inability to reconcile with the sanitised detachment that has become our burden.