Hari Kunzru

What if one were to want to hunt for these hidden presences? You can__ just rummage around like you__e at a yard sale. You have to listen. You have to pay attention. There are certain things you can__ look at directly. You need to trick them into revealing themselves. That__ what we__e doing with Walter, Jaz. We__e juxtaposing things, listening for echoes. It__ not some silly cybernetic dream of command and control, modeling the whole world so you can predict the outcome. It__ certainly not a theory of everything. I don__ have a theory of any kind. What I have is far more profound.___hat__ that?___ sense of humor.__az looked at him, trying to find a clue in his gaunt face, in the clear gray eyes watching him with such - what? Amusement? Condescension? There was something about the man which brought on a sort of hermeneutic despair. He was a forest of signs.__e__e hunting for jokes._ Bachman spoke slowly, as if to a child. __arapraxes. Cosmic slips of the tongue. They__e the key to the locked door. They__l help us discover it.___iscover what?___he face of God. What else would we be looking for?

As I got older I became a kind of sub cultural junkie, foraging around in music, street fashion and eventually art, politics and the freakier reaches of the Internet, hunting the next discovery, the next seam of underground gold.

Being in Harlem on the night of Barack Obama's election was extraordinary. It was the best street party I have ever gone to, and it felt like the period of American history which began with slavery had ended that evening.