when i was younger, it was jamie’s work in ‘love and rockets’ that resonated the most with glibert’s leaving me lukewarm. as i’ve aged, however, the opposite is true. . rooibos and lavender tea with coconut milk and toasted coconut is cooling on the windowsill and, somewhere in the woods, there’s a feral cat yowling. . the world seems to be made of pure anxiety, of late, and there’s barely any respite from the constant assault coming from the capital of this wretched nation. . there is no comfort in sleep.