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Last weekend I watched the new A24 + Michelle Yeoh film "Everything Everywhere All At Once" - one of the first films in years that left me breathless in awe at the end of it.

Good lord Shanghai. What a fucking mess. In case you don’t have half your friend base still living in that city, here’s what’s been going on...

Part memoir of post-breakup wanderings by an expat transplant, part New York City art history reflection, "The Lonely City" by Olivia Laing felt very... I don't know, "exactly this moment" for me.

What made me happy was that I had finally gotten to a position where I had all the power over myself. That even though the situation sucked, I didn't have to acquiesce gently or pretend I was into it.

There are many other things I want to start, restart, or optimize, but I don't need to do them all at once - nay, they are impossible to do them all at once - and even if I didn't do any of them, I don't need to beat myself up about it.

Recently, a surprising number of people have asked my opinion on what's China's deal with this whole fiasco.

It turns out that state between sleep and awake actually has a name: hypnagogia.

If you thought the process of house hunting was exhausting, it turns out that the process of furnishing an entirely empty apartment, all alone, is even more so.

Turns out trying to supercharge apartment hunting across three very separate areas in a major cosmopolitan city by fitting all of them into three days actually takes a lot out of you.