You keep asking me to write something about you.

A long read on the hardest thing left to do: stay fully in the room when the feed is built to pull you out of it. It starts with a broken glass and ends somewhere you won't expect, an exploration of attention, self-possession, and what we lose when there's no gap left between the world arriving and us swallowing it.

One in three Australians is lonely and the young are worst hit. On habitus, detachment, and the bodily skill we're losing: reading one another.

In 1933 Western Australia voted to leave the country. We have been leaving each other ever since. One in three of us is now lonely, and it lands hardest on the young, hopeful about love and unable to reach it. The cure costs nothing and stands a metre away.