In Ari’s room there is a stack of l.p.s on the floor. There is a stack of l.p.s on the floor in almost everyone’s room, but this stack has at the front Slow Dazzle by John Cale. He looks out from the back cover, leather jacket, hooded stare, and in his hand, revealed, is a silver heart locket. He’s not the loving kind. Behind him in the stack Kevin Ayers is louche, Brian Eno is cerebral, the New York Dolls are camply debauched. I bang on about Gissing, Orwell or A.S. Neill, but the theme is more general: us existing.