‘We laud choice, don’t we? We see it as vital. As intrinsic as the air we breathe. But if a man makes all the same choices, moment to moment, day to day, year to year, then what kind of choice is he making? He is choosing to enslave himself to a fantasy. It might terrify us to accept that we have no choice, in anything, but it at least has some dignity in it.’
‘So… do you want oat milk or?’
‘No. Almond as usual please.’
Paddy Dobson
4th May 2021