Strangely, I now find myself advocating the principles of planning that went along with self-management and self-government in erstwhile Yugoslavia, a socialist country at least by name. And all this in Croatia, a capitalist country to boot and a supposedly democratic one, where self-management and self-government of old are remembered with disdain. As everything else, planning here is but another weapon of builders, developers, and investors, as well as a few corrupt politicians. They are the sole subjects of planning. In Yugoslavia, I was fighting against the omnipresent party, whose lumbering organization reached into every nook and cranny of society and meddled with every decision, no matter how inconsequential. In Croatia, I am fighting against the sprawling bureaucracy, whose corruption and careless bungling prevent even a semblance of democratic decision-making. In retrospect, the two lies are not that different: now as well as then, the subject of planning is elsewhere. Its supposed subject, the so-called people, is but a pawn in someone else’s game. Only the real subject has changed. In some sense, the earliest and quaintest bits of my Residua are now returning to the fore. Strangely, as I already said, for now I can hardly understand my early writings.