the world in front of me is persistent
apparently Shoreditch has more artists per a square meter than anywhere else in the world and yet when i walk the shore and ditch i hardly see anything resembling culture. the vultures are still picking over the rags and bones. perhaps it is all happening behind boarded up windows and welded doors. creativity is a fragile love child and cultures will cure in a milky corner for a thousand years before venturing out into the world if at all. however i have my doubts. after all this is England, home of the culture carnivore. they ate themselves out and then conquered the world to satiate their hunger. the damn neuroses are in the intestines.