gifco is here
by uzwi
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.
Originally published here in 2012 as “those who know gifco”
the m john harrison blog 
Gifco is one of your most disturbing and nonsensical stories. For all that it make sense. It hurts to remember it. I pass Peckham Rye often. You found something there. Betrayed it. Failed it. But it’s there.
“Those are someone’s things … We’ll be next. Don’t worry about that. They’ll be throwing us in the back of a van next.”
Made to be discontinued.
Gifco has always been one of my favorite of your stories. I’ve never known why, and still don’t, but it still is.