The one cost that we are not even trying to pretend to deal with is mental health. In the middle of writing normal work e-mails I write and then delete long paragraphs saying, but jesus, listen, here I am, talking as if I have rational feelings, but that’s fraudulent, because adjusting to this new situation doesn’t even fractionally change the terrible internal disquiet I am feeling, I’m rational at the moment only by tremendous exertion, and the vigilance is exhausting.
