“If I were OK, and nothing from the outside made me feel anything, I’d stay in bed all day, every day” I said. The late afternoon sun came through the long line of windows to my right. My black-socked feet splayed to a clock of ten and two. In front of me was a man in his late 40s, a tanned slim face, black hair parted from his right. He had light stubble, bare feet and distressed-jeans. With blue eyes tensed on me, he gave a contradictory rise of the left corner of his mouth

There’s a lot of self-reflection coming up here. While the reflections are coming from me, my mind, and into my fingers as I tap on the...

On a recent Saturday morning, I was sipping sunshine and green tea in my garden. One of those days where I had nowhere to be and nothing...