tw: mention of a suicide note Reneging on insomnia I dream Although my bedroom blackness is lonely I weave my eyes shut now more easily The hour of my bliss is now, how lovely How lazy I’ve become as a poet to I used to scratch off verses in a rush Rhyme has coloured my wits through and through No...

On a recent train journey, a common modern scene unfolded before me: a child utterly absorbed in a mobile game, prompting his mother's familiar lament, "You play all day on your phone; give your eyes a rest!" A child specialist, observing the interaction, nodded knowingly. "It's the reality for ever...