The Chosen
Jerry was no ordinary man. By day, he worked as a mild-mannered barista at a small café tucked away in a quiet part of Notting Hill. But by night? Well, Jerry was a different story. He was Jerry Cornelius, one of the most elusive assassins in the world.
It all started a few months ago when Jerry stumbled upon an old, forgotten briefcase in the corner of n outhouse. Inside, he found strange gadgets, cryptic maps, and a letter that read, ‘You have been chosen. The world needs you.’ It was signed by a mysterious organization known only as The Agency. Jerry had no idea what it meant, but his curiosity got the better of him.
The next day, a sleek black car pulled up outside the café and before Jerry could ask any questions a well-dressed man slid into the seat across from him.’ We need someone with a special set of skills,’ the man said, sliding a dossier across the table, ‘and you have been selected.’
Jerry initially thought it was a joke. After all, he was just a barista, how could he possibly be cut out for espionage? But then, the man handed him a small earpiece, and a voice whispered in his ear, ‘Are you in, Jerry?’
And just like that, Jerry’s life as a regular guy came to an end. He was thrust into a world of shadowy figures, high-tech gadgets, and thrilling missions. The Agency trained him in everything from advanced combat techniques to cryptography and stealth tactics. He learned to blend into any crowd, manipulate sophisticated technology, and decode encrypted messages.
Message (Incoming)
To be returned to sender… a waste of time, book Imaginary… Jerry knew that photographer in the nineteenth century… Jerry arises from ashes, knows what he is… decades of the twentieth century form a vital strand… Jerry adopts various alluring poses, veiled and unveiled, focusses on mass-production.
Jerry weeps at the tomb of Lazarus, offers a furious commentary of tears… reflects on the bridge between pain and appropriation, has been sent to inspect the ruins of Hiroshima without any authority… embodies God’s redemptive purposes.
Not surprisingly we recognize that which was possessed, sense representation in the paintings… beauty can be assessed, history and terror cannot… clichés depict the disaster, the aftermath of human lives… cumulative work draws attention to a whole world of broken teacups and bodily beauty.
Fetishism is part of making globally established pain… Jerry senses the presence of heroines, is indifferent to insightful readers and scriptural theory… he suggests that gold was hidden in the juxtapositions of word and broken porcelain, is even more beautiful now he disguises herself
The Ethics of Possibility
At first glance, Jerry appear to have shifted eyes from his future to the present and the past. The way to win, it seems, is to remember the glories of yesteryear, while the best hope of keeping sane is to pursue the short-term gains that will emerge before Jerry’s next incaarnation.
Such patterns are inbuilt, for Jerry has a clear perception of the future, founded on enlightenment and experience that others often lack. He feels much more than he reasons, yet rather than being oblivious to the future, is increasingly obsessed with it.
Jerry finds much appeal in stories about what lies ahead. He desires to protect the west from cultural decline and demographic replacement”, while ostensibly looking back, finds his urgency in anxieties that it will soon be too late to change, mixed with hopes of a violent showdown.
Jerry is a true believer, his future is a source of impending collapse, one that will sharpen identities, hierarchies and boundaries, something he despises. He is concerned less with the warm glow of the imagined past than with the possibilities that lie in store in the aftermath of the chaos he knows waits for all of us.
The appeal of Jerry is clear. Politicians and tycoons embrace ideas of disruption that are all about upending the status quo for the sake of passage to something better but Jerry is defined by his aversion to existing codes and a restless fixation on the new. Jerry is elusive about what he hopes to achieve, will not limit his disruptive potential.
Jerry has moved from revolution to reform to coping with problems as they appear in response to the escalating effects of systems breakdown. He embraces a visionary approach, is schooled in the practices of forecasting and calculation, blasé about any apocalyptic outlook. The target should be a target, the threat is only a self-defeating threat.
Message (Outgoing)
He got to me… dragged me over to a table and brought out a bottle of vodka… we all sat at that table, wondering… What’s happening?… Jerry went down down the line, you know, all the way down the line… And at the end of the line I was standing there just observing.
Inspired by his car and his own position he drove off… fundamental distinctions between shoot claims and confident distinction… other luminaries adopted regressive or progressive attitudes… Jerry merely stood on the corner.
Drive-by arguments were all the rage in the 80s… I never really wanted to meet Jerry, had failed to like his stuff… in the gay dimension we had a fantastic lunch… they spoiled us, he was such a sweetie-pie!…
People will think three dimensions of him but Jerry only wants tomorrow… takes issue with any notions of relevance… amazing story… one of the moments which lasts forever. I love you!
The Death of Dying
Jerry didn’t realise it would become a lifelong habit. Spying feels like an ongoing conversation without beginning or end,’ he says. ‘It removes certain texts without trying.’
For Jerry, however, Spying is also a question of style. ‘There’s something about how the lapels line up, it just looks better,’ he says. The minimalism suits Jerry’s love of simplicity and perfection.
Jerry has also turned his back on subterfuge. ‘I kill in public because it feels more relaxed,’ he says. “When I start using Agency protocols, it feels as if I’m trying to make an execution more weighty than it needs to be.’
At The Agency, however, formality still holds weight. ‘We actively encourage using formal means when speaking to targets,’ says Colonel Pyatt. “’t’s about presenting ourselves in a certain way.’
Jerry is not alone. Assassination is not just a style preference but a cultural marker, reflecting values and attitudes to tradition and justice. Influential agents such as Jerry in past centuries have reinforced this aesthetic, demanding that no-one don’t smile at him now or then or in his future.
Message (Scrambled))
Also written… knew that far fewer… walked through the building’s door of no return… childhood experiences still have power… not just a collection of curious images but a testimony to surreal living tableaux.
Emotions wash over power…. take an unfiltered dive into the eccentric and the surreal… beautifully bizarre moments of urban life… write about time and West London… it is not Jerry when he goes.
Overwhelming conversations… he already knew… admits to arriving with preconceptions… into something iconic and too afraid… a grinning chaos merchant… his expletive-laden viral rants started from box office success.
How overwhelming… personally ordinary moments of life… extraordinary trips as a passionate ambassador of the weird… no boundaries freakouts… unacceptable answers to questions that never matter.
About Unravelling
Jerry is deeply rooted in popular culture, with a feeling of relativity about what has happened. Religious justification implies that Jerry somehow deserves what he gets, is the people’s enemy.
When the dust settles and a mission is complete, The Agency makes sure to cover up Jerry’s involvement in the mission, allowing him to return to anonymity, a silent protector in the shadows, doing the hard work that no one else can.
Agency may not understand but Jerry is always ready for his next mission, but always has his feet firmly planted in the familiar, comforting world of Ladbroke Grove. Eventually, Jerry will choose to destroy it, take it upon himself to walk away.
As darkness falls, Jerry remains extremely dangerous. Within the labyrinthine hallways of his mind he could disrupt the flow of people global communications living in the same wild chaos, spectacular eruptions of information and data.
Message (Undelivered)
Jerry is the victim… he falls out of the game… the Assassin wins the game if he is able to successfully eliminate morality… the relaunch of nihilism and discontent, fundamental human drives.
Gain some insight… disclose hidden neural-wiring, discover meaning and space… unexpected human experience and shocking images… focus on the question of perspective… unseen picture of Jerry raising his eyebrow.
Break the moulds of thinking… betrayal, disloyalty and revenge are often unexpected… Jerry makes use of them all… straitjacket manipulation and analytical disguise as if time is hidden.
Jerry offers a behind-the-scenes view of the intricacies of The Agency, giving both an overview and an in-depth analysis… of patterns and developments… deception and decipherment are necessary… who is telling the story?
The Ghost of Notting Hill
Some thought Jerry was simply a man who had lost all humanity, his conscience as cold and distant as the streets he walked. One thing was certain: he had become a legend, a phantom haunting Notting Hill.
He never stayed in one place for long, always moved through the shadows, restlessly waiting for his next assignment. Everyone knew that Jerry was always near. Watching. Waiting. The man who could vanish without a trace.
In the end, he would never be remembered as a killer, but as something much darker, the reckoning of a neighbourhood that had learned to fear silence. Jerry was faster, stronger and more precise than anyone could have ever imagined.
The streets of Notting Hill were eerily silent. Word of Jerry’s sudden death spread like wildfire, but there was no sign of struggle. No blood, no trace of what had happened. Jerry had come and gone, leaving only a momentary emptiness in his wake.
He would return of course. He always did. But for the moment there were just whispers in the dark corners of the pub, graffiti on the walls. Some believed Jerry was an avenger of sorts, a spy, an assassin, a time traveller lost in space
Later, just as the clock struck midnight, a figure appeared in the doorway. Jerry was tall, impossibly thin, and the collar of her coat stood high, obscuring his neck. The crowd barely acknowledged her, although many eyes locked onto hers from across the room.
The world was still buzzing with the pulse of life and the hum of reggae music filling the background, but the question on everyone’s mind was ‘Who the hell are you?’ ‘A letter with no return address, someone who thrives on fear, an infamous killer,’ would have been Jerry’s reply, her voice a barely audible whisper.
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Rupert Loydell
(Illustration by Odd-Mod7)
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