Boundless (Unbound)

2 months ago | boundlesslit.substack.com | Hanif Kureishi

Writers get used to spending a lot of time alone, thinking stuff over, feeling moody. Indolence is indispensable, I have to remind my agent. When I lived in West Kensington between the mid-seventies and the late eighties, after I finished writing for the day at five o’clock, I would trot down to the Three Kings on North End Road. It was always pretty empty. I’d read the papers and drink a couple of pints with the other ghosts, old men in tired suits. It became a habit.