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This is where Noris keeps the sources. Not a bibliography — Noris is not writing an academic paper, and anybody who’s been in this building for more than five minutes will have noticed as much. More like a list of what’s owed a mention. People who were there. Texts that went in. Places that did…
Summer of 2021. Carnival Squat. There were a corridor on the second floor that smelled of woodsmoke all the way through July. Middle of summer, not a fire lit anywhere in the building that Noris could account for, and it smelled of woodsmoke. Nobody could explain it. Someone said — and Noris thought they were…
All the temple doors were closed. But the vibes shone through. Then I noticed the front door was wide open and the wind blew through me. I was having a very hard Monday morning to put it mildly. So I decided to seek solace at the Neasden Temple down the road. Security was particularly eager,…