The Summer They Want

Back from a sunlit cove and into a country caught in a loop of fear, protest, and distraction - this is the summer of just about managed chaos. And it’s not by accident.

I feel like I’ve forgotten how to write.

I know this may come across as somewhat odd considering that you’re currently reading something that I’ve written, sitting on the gloriously quiet Tube (I’m very pro-summer-holiday commuting), but that’s what’s happening. It’s like all my usual tools have gone blunt. Like I’ve got sand in the gears of my thinking …