And lo, the chronic fatigue crash did finally come. All the usual bullshit — tired, impatient, sore, grumpy, irritable, aching, fuzzy head, can’t read, can’t think. It’ll pass, it always does.

Was doing my box breathing (the only thing that helps) and Fi said I sounded like Darth Vader. That explains why he’s so chill.

• The relentless work of being sick — ‌"The engine of capitalism is fatigue: the depletion of bodily capacity to its absolute limit. If all of that is depleted in simply trying to be okay, then you’re already rendered outside the fold of who we think of as a productive worker."
• Interview with Justin Broadrick on retiring Godflesh
• Edith Pritchett’s Bayeux tapestry for the modern age