On Failure

There are no days, anymore. Not the horizonless maw of ‘days’. No. Just the hours. Hours. Hours I count down quietly (very quietly). When I am counting down, I don’t always remember if and when I reach zero. But I must do. Because, at some point, I do leave the hours and the days. Not …

Exhaustion Economy: Capitalepsy and Restorative Passivity

If capitalepsy is to be a viable, functional term in the way I think it can be — as a shorthand for the psychosocial condition of 21C cultural production and working life — it needs to be situated correctly in the cultural and political history of Britain and New Labour.