Camden is the home to the largest collection of tat in Western Europe, if not the world. It is also the site where mimetic desire or MD is at it’s strongest in the whole universe. The powerful urge to come together & conform draws self-obsessed fashionista types from around the world. Camden is drenched in those too stupid, stoned or simply overwhelmed to notice that the amazing array of stalls are all selling exactly the same shit or that the shop they are about to enter is exactly the same as the one they stepped out from. MD compels the bodies on which it acts to wear the same clothes, see the same bands, do the same as the person in front, take the same drugs, in the same nightclubs, talking about the same programs on the same phones at the same time!
The Saturday night that Fillery was released as the Camden twats were sitting at the food stalls on the half Vespa scooters peering into themselves, at the top of Camden Lock a lone figure appeared seemingly running on the water at great speed. Jumping over the locks and skidding almost silently on the canal surface like a water-skier. The only sound was the flapping of his sodden hipster flares.
Some of the self-absorbed herd looked up from eating the same hot world food and saw the water-skier as he went through. Some even took grainy photographs. Later on the Thames the lone water-skier is spotted again by people on bridges, the bank and boats, but again nobody bags anything more than a blurred photograph & nobody saw the force that was pushing or pulling him.
