Those who have failed to regulate the self. Those whose behaviours enact a medicating fiction. Those who flew to the Canary Islands on a cheap ticket in December 1991 & left the remains of their personality in the apartment hotel. Those who ran from everything in a zig-zag pattern, so fast they never found the transitional object. The unsoothed. The dysmorphic. The unconditional. Those who were naive enough to take what they needed & thus never got what they 
wanted & whose dreams are now severe. Those who were amazed by their own hand. The confused. The pliable. Those who look at the sea & immediately suffer a grief unconstrained but inarticulable. Gifco is coming. Gifco you are always with us. Gifco we are here!
Photo: the other Nick Royle.
So much signage – it never occurs to them to keep anything back, does it?
There’s a supermarket chain in the Pacific Northwest (USA) called Winco. It took me a year to get up the courage to go inside one. Now I make bad puns about it all the time. Winco we are here!
If I am the other Nick Royle, who is the other Nick Royle?
Nick, the other Nick Royle is the other Nick Royle. That’s the Nick Royle of it. Or so the philosophers would have us believe. Can I just ask you something ? Do you know Gifco ? If not I have a pamphlet here you might find interesting.