When the story blows over, I find solace in a generic risk, taken with a cheap high and wolf kiss from Guardian. I find the journalist puzzles shift in frame of retrospect, once you end a concentrated work and siphon off your stress in a premeditated break. I chance sky-diving, cliff-jumping, and water ballet. It is worth the venture, every time. My next notable event infallibly exceeds the...

I’m breaking circles you don’t want to know. I’m stacking losses until a garden of weepers grow. A siege is sucking me. I’m fighting things I don’t want to see. The night’s all right with negligent trivial rivalries and chestnut complexities. I’m meeting demons I can’t demonize. I’m haunted by terrors I can’t terrorize.I count reciprocals and lost prosaisms. I’m a boiler of...