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I read “The Drifters” (7/24) with a mixture of satisfaction and irritation. Patrick Tracey seemed determined to remain aloof and suspicious of the psychogeographers’ message and intentions, no matter how much he secretly enjoyed being along for the ride. He provides no contact info for their ‘zine, Extraphiles, and says they ended up in the Dubliner when the photo on Page 28 is clearly taken in the Irish Times.

To my sensibilities, these street philosophers are walking in the footsteps of the classic surrealists. Lizzy Croydon’s semi-nude drift story is an echo of Leonor Fini and other bold surrealist women’s shock tactics. Some innocent Parisians of the 1920s and ’30s were shocked, offended, or confused by their antics (just like the encounters of this group), but so what—it made life more interesting. Lighten up.

Annandale, Va.

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