Six months ago, I decided to move house. I got a skip, cleared everything out and then thought: “Why am I doing this?” So I remained, and I’m glad I did.

Cancel culture: getting stuck on the discourse rather than looking at the system.

I can’t remember when I read, or was told, that he considered it a good thing to spend a short time every day thinking about death, thus getting used to its inevitability and coming to understand that something inevitable is natural and can’t be too bad, but it was in my early teens, and it struck me as a sensible idea. Of course I didn’t set out to think about death in a regular way every day, but I did think about it quite often, and sure enough, it worked. Why coming to see death’s naturalness should have caused belief in an afterlife to melt away, I am unsure, but it did.

Oh, most days. I can watch a political programme and think, “That sounds a really good point.” Then someone will argue the opposite and I’ll think, “Yeah, he’s got a point as well.” I am constantly sitting on a fence.

Being delusional and dreaming big.

Getting rid of my phone.

Three days ago. I don’t even know why. Sometimes I just feel emotional about how vulnerable humans are.

Working at a petrol station.

Myself. I didn’t know how to protect myself adequately when I was younger, and I think I would have experienced my youth differently if I had.

As fun and of help to others.