Do you, Dear Reader, hear your own voice—or a voice, at any rate—in your head, which speaks to you?

Dear Reader, I urge you to play along. What had I done, to be asked to meet the Principal?

The road winds. My favourite music plays. The route is familiar, and the other drivers considerate, and therefore distant, on the edges of my consciousness.

Anxious? Me three. Here are some ways I’ve found to cope with anxiety-inducing events, like social dos and exams.

It was, as Tolkien puts it in The Hobbit, “the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk” that I was meant to remember…

Let’s question competitive productivity and hustle culture.