As a recovering work-addict, I have been obliged to a keen awareness of the patterns of work and leisure that surround me. Frustratingly, I have often felt like a recovering alcoholic living in a walk-up above pub row, immersed in the ambient noise of what I imagine to be great enjoyment and satisfaction happening just downstairs. All around me are impulses to feed a beast who is just biding the time it needs to grow large enough to feed on me. Like those who’ve struggled with any substance or habit will know, the addiction isn’t about the thing but about something else behind, beneath, beyond it.

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