risk asks what risk you are willing to take with your own life to expose the crimes of the state, how much risk, life for truth. assange is a prisoner of truth, and fear. lady gaga asks him if he ever cries. he says never, and that seems to me one of the saddest moments in the film. 

after risk i was glad to take refuge in the book about octopuses. i wonder what assange would look like as an octopus, what colors he would use. and snowden. there were octopuses the writer named kandinsky, and rodin, who expressed themselves in amazing ways with color and form, some practical display, some unexplained, like body art, for the body's own sake. and the colors seemed like the flashing of mind through the entire shape-shifting animal. i would love to see snowden and assange translated to octopolis.