I’m quicker with sentences than I think I am. Something ends, I give it a name, and that naming feels useful in a very ordinary way, like putting a lid on something so I can carry on without checking it every few minutes. I don’t sit there choosing to do this. It happens before I notice. What I notice comes later. I’ll be in the middle of the day and realise I’m still holding myself a bit tightly, or staying alert when there isn’t much to pay attention to, and it feels slightly off because, in my head, that moment was already wrapped up. …