Writing about politics is kind of like apostatising on your deathbed; you may be putting yourself at harm for no God reason. Of course this is total nonsense — how lucky I am to live in a country where I can pass relatively free comment on political matters — but there is no more pertinent form of political discourse than the nonsequitur. As Albert Kamoo said, ‘The world in itself is not reasonable [. . .] what is absurd is the confrontation of this irrational and the wild longing for clarity whose call echoes in the human heart.’ Bearing that in mind, here is a political piece I wrote for The State of the Arts:

Do we live in extraordinary times? Or are you just as bored as I am?