A long, unbroken shot of me drinking a cup of tea and watching the sun rise, only for my stare to become harder and longer the more and more certain I become that England is still outside.

Spotify running ads before episodes with ads in them has led us to the horrible cyberpunk present of being loudly awoken by fucking Pitbull selling head shaving kits.

Taking my ADHD medication so I can achieve nothing by choice instead of by circumstance.

This is the closest I can come to capturing the passive existential horror of being British.

Something about the immediate calm of starting a new social makes me feel like those people who move into one room apartments with just a lawn chair, a TV and a floor mattress might actually have it all figured out.