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  • Light reading

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    Ben Jackson
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    Yes, the darkness comes, but then it goes. The unprompted (?) exhaustion, the rage and the paranoia grip me from time to time. But still, it felt like the right time to come off the meds. It’s June. The sun is out. I’ve been wearing shorts. I go outside with people who love me, and…

  • Tunnels

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    I heard the tunnels knocking after midnight. “The Northern line is the loudest,” I said. I always say that. There were only one or two other people in our carriage; the country was still in lockdown.

  • Ghost in the machine

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    I almost forgot to look away as the doctor drew my blood. Then she checked my heart. “It’s quite fast,” she said. “But that’s probably because of your journey here, based on what you’ve told me. You took the Tube?” The NHS GP on my street had a two-week waiting list — to speak over…