There’s no shortage of existential crises going around these days, so it’s with some significant surprise that I find myself mired more in a malaise than a proper calamity of the self. And it’s really only tangentially related to the pattern of our lives in 2021, lurching from lockdown to cancelled holiday to lockdown and then out into the world, briefly, eyes blinking in the sun and social skills all disarrayed, before lockdown looms again.
In the first blushes of lockdown,
