Today I came to Shoreditch.
The hereafter party, hollowed out ghost. A rumour of cool hair and culture scarcely remain. No-one looks the part now, unless the part is “anonymous walk-on, early middle age, beanie hat, boutique sneakers.”
Not sure why I’m writing this, or how I ended up here. Again. One day I’ll explore this odd hauntology, a geographical connection I can’t quite seem to shake, low resolution previz Inception outtake.
I came to a party in a basement at the old Bridge & Tunnel club, and accidentally stayed for 20 years.
Not today. Today I’ll scroll my phone, eat my lunch, pull my beanie on tight.