The alarm rings at five. By seven-thirty, I’ve completed tasks, answered emails, woken my partner. Two coffees, three glasses of water, four vitamins. The car arrives at ten. The plane departs at one. I flicker between stress and ease, anticipation and rest. The airport is a zoo, a field hospital in hiding. Look, that guy’s not wearing a mask. That guy’…
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