I exit the subway and slowly walk the four blocks to my apartment. I have felt this lacklustre and empty for weeks and cannot seem to shift the hovering grey clouds that follow me everywhere I go. Tired, dirty and mentally exhausted from a day’s gruelling shift, repetitive life, and generally can’t be bothered anymore.

I should quit, move on and find another job, but I’m stuck. I am superglued to the cesspool I accidentally landed in for some respite in the sun, and now I’m ...