On Being Hungry (And Why That’s the Point)
I’ve been thinking about Anthony Bourdain and Charles Bukowski lately. Not together, exactly. They never shared a meal, never drank at the same bar, never even existed in the same…
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Writing Drunk, Editing Sober (Sort Of)
What Bukowski Taught Me About First-Draft Wildness There’s a quote often attributed to Hemingway… “Write drunk, edit sober.” Whether he actually said it or not doesn’t matter. What matters is…
When Brain Surgery Stops Feeling Like Surgery
I saw something slide past on X the other day that most people will scroll past without blinking… and that’s precisely why it matters. Neuralink plans to move into high-volume…
The Unglamorous Truth About Consistency
We’ve been absolutely gaslit by technology into believing that because we can ask for something instantly, we should receive it instantly. You tap a button, the taxi arrives. You press…
The Pub and The Library: Using Twitter and Mastodon Together (Without Losing Your Mind)
Right, so you’ve been on Twitter for years. You know the game. You understand the chaos. And now someone’s told you about Mastodon and you’re wondering if you need to…
Why I Still Use Twitter Like a Pub
(And Why You’re Doing It Wrong) I’ve been on Twitter for 15 years. Which means I’ve watched it go from a scrappy little platform where people shared what they had…
The Passport Lottery (Or: Why I Refuse to Play)
I was standing in Heathrow Terminal 5 when it properly hit me. Not the mild inconvenience of a delayed flight or the soul-crushing boredom of airport retail. No, this was…
The Grand Illusion: Why 2026 Won’t Save You
(And What Might) Christmas is coming. The goose is getting fat, as the song goes, though mostly it’s us getting fat on mince pies and existential dread. The fairy lights…
We’re Not Dying from Overwork, We’re Dying from Overstimulation
(And We’re Too Addicted to Stop) Everyone’s talking about burnout like it’s some noble badge of honour. “I’m so burnt out,” we say, as if we’ve been mining coal for…
The Gluttony Season
On Christmas, Capitalism, and the Violence of Plenty Every December, we perform a ritual so absurd that if you described it to someone from another planet, they’d assume you were…