This is a distress call from the centre of the United Kingdom.
I think I’ve been sucked up from the year 2007 and spat out in a computer generated 1990s with a Ballardian twist.
I seem to remember something after 2007, but every time I try to remember it it becomes less and less there.
I considered dementia. But it can’t be that, because I’m not in a future I can’t recognise, I’m in a more fucked CGI montage of the past.
Visions of the past occupy the bodies of the present like 20th century pop stars have become the Invasion of the Body snatchers.
But I’m too stand out. Don’t have the tools to photoshop myself into the present.
..I still think I’m 22, with 5 pint smiles at girls who look like people I knew, but if they’d been in a Daft Punk video. ..Then their boyfriends appear…
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