Counting sheep

On the days when I’m not writing I get anxious that I’ve lost my command of language, that next time I try words will fail me. After reading millions of words written by other people, my own always seem inept, squeezed in my brain like sheep in a pen, baaing for attention, but when I...

Not now, not yet

What I do at work most of the day, every day, is engage in a caricatural form of communication that consists in passing on bits of information to various people through various channels, incessantly, and at a great speed. If I blinked, I’d fall behind. I don’t care about the people I communicate with, nor...