I wake up with dream of two boys who had composed a fantastic dance club song, then that quote “he besmirched his sight to betray himself”, then I looked at To Confound and suddenly realised it needed to undergo that sudden mutation and attacked it with relish. It is the birth of Fantomas. From chrysalis weak white face in asylum to emerging as butterfly above Munich. “He seems to be enjoying it!”. Because I was BORN in Munich, really. Born after Sarah, born when I first had sex with Carla and Rachel, BORN when I arrived in Munich.