On August 30, 2003 at 1:00 pm CET, on Harakka Island just off of   Helsinki, artist Robert Jelinek called SoS (the State of Sabotage)   into existence before a large audience. The ceremonial inauguration   was conducted by Jelinek, H.R. Giger, and the 25-man Finnish shouting   choir, “Huutajat.” At the same time, the “Sabotage” sculptural   monument, designed by Swiss artist and “Alien” inventor H.R. Giger,   was unveiled. The sculpture is located on the highest point of the   island and remains perpetually accessible to the public. The state   declaration was made under the patronage of the following   micronations: the Principality of Sealand, Ladonia, the NSK State,   Elgaland-Vargaland, and the Transnational Republic. To duly   commemorate this historic event, the State of Sabotage declared   August 30 its State Holiday. August 30, 2013 Regardless of their date of issue, all SoS passports and ID cards   will expire on August 30, 2013, the decennial of the State of Sabotage. Imagined time is a ruinous time of mortality. It extends from the   forerun to the End to the regression to the Beginning – two gestures   that create a gaping hole in the subject’s imaginary space of expiry   time. There is no reason why these gestures should compulsively and   irreversibly dominate our conscious lives. Presentist existence is   not condemned to rush towards its imagined end, nor must it   necessarily cling to conceptions of origin, nature, or an initial   essence. As long as it remains freely mobile, it can always move its   occasional charges towards finality and its momentary retreats to   imaginary origins back to the axis of the present. Hence, life in the   moment is outside of the constraints of metaphysics and beyond the   curse of history: It need neither distill the entirety of transient   events into historical overviews, nor go behind such conceptions in   an attempt to trace the idea of a non-expiring permanence. The living   moment does not reveal itself to a suggestive image of eternal   becoming and passing that would have it subjected to categorization   as a passing instant. For a point conceived in temporal lines and   circles would lose its momentary character and be ruined as presence. To be in the open means to become aware of existential ecstasy as an   inborn dilemma. It is in vain that our ecstatic abundance and agony   has always attempted to abscond to spaces and times in order to   escape its uneasiness with itself. The great departures and flights   of humanity into historical time and geographical space have led to   the breathless scarcity of both – and to the certainty that if   anything is still open today, it is neither geographical horizons nor   historical futures, but only the force fields of presentist life.