Monday mornings…

...a vast and yawning abyss of commuter futility only partially masked by the endless distraction of engorging ourselves on information artefacts, channels, opinions, fiction and repetition. It is as though we can not even savour our loneliness and feelings of dispossession or pointlessness at all of this cyclical and directionless repetition. The cognitive landscape of…

On Autopilot

Having successfully equipped myself with precisely the wrong set of mental tools and concepts to survive in this particular hyper-commercial and aggressively competitive world...