I’m in New York, and have vacillated between rush and exhaustive, depressive stupor - seeing people I love and eating American food, or sitting with Sweetpea, the tiny dog I’m looking after and watching the Sopranos. For this reason I’ve found little time to write, though that will come.
When I first wrote the essay below, in 2022, I was still a heavy (…
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