Authorship

I have told a number of people that my life over the last year or so has seemed like nothing so much as a novel written by Franz Kafka: mundane yet absurd and somewhat surreal, with grinding low-level suffering and anxiety, all with absolutely no point to it.

But more recently, life seems to have returned to normal: more like a sloppy collaboration between Jasper Fforde and Nick Hornby, with some sections rewritten by Ray Bradbury.

So, on the whole, life is better.