An untitled post once again befalls me. Where do I see myself in a couple of years? Where work fills my time...and it fills nearly all of it now...I find myself taking an unplanned holiday. The official reason is that I’ve earned it. The real reason is that the work has been taking a mental toll on me, and I needed to step away before I stopped n...

Here I am at this page again, and again I can’t make myself stay. The reasons are nothing new. What I keep having to remind myself of is the more embarrassing fact underneath them: that I need something to say before I can say it. On the rare occasion I do turn up with something, a pressure settles over me—as if the silence had a claim on me I�...

My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

It was a grey February afternoon, the kind where the light drains out of everything before three o’clock, when I first noticed something was wrong with me. I couldn’t focus. The office smelled of stale coffee and dust, and the air-conditioning was ticking that irregular rhythm it always made when the weather turned damp. I’d been at my desk f...