At some hopeless hour the mirrors gave up. The hallway filled with the mineral smell of rain beginning three streets over. A blue garment on the radiator spread like a bruise that you pushed on. Meanwhile language, poor animal, dragged itself in circles - wet paws over tile, slipping clumsily. I mentioned birds once, how they turn collectively without touching. This was taken incorrectly. Later, a sequence of small disappearances: the cup rinsed, the slam of a door thinning i

Human beings possess a remarkable ability to continue living lives that are slowly destroying them. This is evidenced by the frightening speed in which we adapt to emotional distortion, how we learn to perform enthusiasm we no longer feel, how we sustain ambitions that no longer move us, and how we organise entire identities around forms of labour that leave us internally diminished. Over time this adaptation becomes so normalised that the absence of meaning starts feeling le

There have been moments, recently, where I’ve found it difficult to afford the world even a basic generosity of spirit. Let's face it, the current state of geopolitics does not make this easy; it presses in on the edges of daily life, dulling any easy access to hope, peace, or uncomplicated joy. In conversation after conversation, I’ve found myself sitting opposite people whose view of the world feels so saturated with anger that it begins to reshape everything they see, unt

After a long, draining day in the office last week, I stood in the rain looking at the 90-minute journey home from my friend's house and despaired at the combination of tiredness, anxiety, a stupid little summer dress, wind, no jacket, rain and three tube changes on lines that were all broken in some way. Unsurprisingly, I got an Uber and it's safe to say that the tube journey would have been preferable... Now, it's important you understand that I generally enjoy talking to u