three hundred


“I wonder if sometimes we all seem trapped in versions of Let’s Get Lost,” says Morley to the lot of us, breakfast at Veselka’s long since over. He pushes the salt around the table “It would be beautiful, wouldn’t it? Some detemporalised, black and white collection of ideas, loose connection, the shape of a man’s life through a medium.” “Maybe,” Johnson responds, “but haven’t we all already written that?”

%d bloggers like this: