I’ve always hated labels. Not the kind you find on food packages but the labels we give each other.
Sitting here in a cafe in Peckham I could typecast whom I see: coffee snobs, dog lovers, remote workers, Londoners, artists, Apple enthusiasts, hipsters, hustlers, and health buffs. I could also hone in on gender, race, age, class, or a myriad of other la…
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