From the April 2014 issue
It’s the nagging sensation that pervades what we vaguely call ‘modern life’: there, somewhere in the background like a dull distracting hum, is that feeling that something is somehow lacking. The malevolent fug seems to leak from TV, the Internet or the phone twitching in our palms. Alienation, we suspect, emanates from the forces of work, capital and media. And this sensation only gets worse when we try to escape it. Because the awful irony is that it is ‘modern life’ – in the form of things like cheap air travel – that allows us to fill that void, to head off to the unspoiled exotic, to get back to nature and try to find ourselves.