In other words, Crank is warfare, like most other things; waged as both a foot soldier and a general, however not between any particular set of fronts, but within the fact of the front. Here, due to the absolute plurality of interests invested outside of its lived routine of violence, one side becomes uniquely disinterested in anything (criticality, contradiction, irony, sincerity, and so forth) aside from its immanent and contradictory material existence.