Times were perilous but I was insensible to the danger. For the next two weeks, I didn’t do any work (although I did a lot of eating, drinking, running and reading). When I received an assignment by email I’d type some nit-picky question about an inconsequential detail and fire it back, knowing it would be another 14 hours before I’d need to ask another question – or confess that I was no longer to be numbered among the sentient. One of the advantages of being incapable of thought was that I didn’t dwell on the problem at all. I was . . . → Read More: Giving Up Smoking Part III: Is There Life After Brain Death?

