Reality Bites

Never forget where you come from. Last night I watched Spun, again, and took it all in. Watching something like that before bed is not usually a good idea, but the seismic consequences of my mistake were magnificently exacerbated when I had to wake up in Gravesend and go to my local library, newly refurbished after years of neglect and vandalism, to try and conquer the vast contradictions of liberal internationalism.

I like coming home, I grew up here, and it's where I learned the world, but even though I have only been home for four days, the bleakness of suburbia has, at certain points, already proven too much for me. I couldn't hack the library, plus they didn't have wireless internet, so I took some photos, walked back home and opened a can of Stella. Here I am. Here it is. Have a look.