Service lived forever.
There is no "cause" for this. Except, possibly, the effect: desire already spreading along new lines, multiplying endlessly.
Service was a free zone, pop lab, gang turf and permanent vacation. Never an object, always a territory, like the uncertainty principle. That's the main lesson I've been teaching. In that sense I gave to you my life, my ambition, my hope. And some haine of course.
And, as promised, Service is deterritorialising. Both are carbon, remember: the diamond turns into a pencil. It's traces shaping nomadic paths. And I hope the music become weapons in the hands of new partisans.