This essay is an investigation into the counterfeit architecture of care: the many convincing imitations of intimacy that leave us feeling quietly alone.
Prologue: The Three-Month Ghost
A few years ago, when a severe flu variant knocked me flat for a fortnight, a friend drove over an hour through a blinding rainstorm to bring me a container of hot soup.… Read the rest “The Counterfeit Architecture of Care: Why We Mistake Assistance for Intimacy”