He says: Think I may have lent this one to a friend. I was too tired and emotional to know what I was doing. I’m trying to channel Gogol through a similar haircut, woke up the next morning and it was Lermontov and not covered by the insurance and the nose was missing, AAAAAAARGH (drinks beer which has arrived then says more calmly) I was thinking of bringing a book but it seemed too much like bringing a prop or a calling card, you know, prominently displaying Deleuze/Guattari, like, Hey! Look what I’m reading! I’m an intellectual! Or adopting a cool stance, carrying the significant object tucked inconspicuously under one arm, and then it’s just all too much, deciding what to display inconspicuously