Gaslit: The Longest Two-and-a-Half Hours of My Life Watching Anora
The Oscars told me the film Anora was brilliant. The next two and a half hours suggested otherwise.
Why do some minds make us lean closer, while others leave us searching for the energy to reply? A reflection on letters, chemistry and the people worth waiting for.
In January 1994, a routine concern-for-welfare call led two young police officers into a flat filled with unanswered questions. What followed was a long winter vigil, an unexplained death, and a smell that refused to stay behind.
The Oscars told me the film Anora was brilliant. The next two and a half hours suggested otherwise.
A darkly funny reflection on dating apps, dwindling optimism, and the strange exhaustion of continuing to hope for something ordinary.