I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

feel you

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting