The Men in my Life.
Part 1: The Magic Circle.
This story is only true to a point *
Glass smashes on the black greasy floor. No one misses a beat.
We work fast, draining moonshine from elongated bottles into squat, ice loaded receptacles lined up...
Bank holiday Monday, 12:25pm. Happy today.
I alight from the tube to the platform, a deep throbbing pulse, pushing me from step to step. I love my time alone on the Underground.
Slow steps along the tiled surface of the floor, haste and I? We don't know...
Greetings, members of the proletariat.
I am about to post the first in a series of stories about things I have experienced in Soho, I encourage anyone who goes there often or has ever been to to Soho (Soho, London that is) to contribute.
Soho Stories #1
Monday morning, 9.30am, stoned already.
Just arrived in Soho after an hour long journey from last night's sofa. I am listening to music through headphones, harsh scraping sounds and volatile, distorted rhythms create an abrasive timbral audioscape...