Feed me

Feed me

I’ve never been very good with nutrition and, until relatively recently, had very little interest in or skill at cooking. Food to me was something which became urgent when hungry, sometimes accompanied a night out and, most frequently, was there as my mechanism...
“Who am I?”

“Who am I?”

Nothing. I don’t even exist. At least, that’s what I was recently told at a brilliant lecture on meditation, mindfulness and neuroscience. Apparently, any physicist will tell you that we’re all just waves of energy floating around the universe – as individuals...