The Outsourced Mind
Three weeks ago I stood outside a supermarket in a town I have lived near...
Three weeks ago I stood outside a supermarket in a town I have lived near...
Living in Andalucía, you become accustomed to the sun in a way that people visiting...
Just Talk to the Bloody Thing I keep seeing people selling collections of AI prompts,...
The cave floor is cold in October in a way that has nothing to do...
(And Why Nobody’s Doing Anything About It) I spent a fair few years in uniform...
The Quiet Assault on Journalism Something rather strange is happening to journalism across Europe, and...
Every morning, the machinery of the global press hands us a neatly wrapped package of...
I spent a good chunk of my working life around case files. Not writing them...
Somewhere above 5,000 metres in the Himalayas, near the Langtang Lirung peak, a slab of...
On Losing Faith in the Ballot Box Without Losing Faith in People I used to...