mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

its performative

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

kind of mythopoesis