Mooching for philosophy podcasts, I came across one by Alain de Botton. In the past, I’ve had little patience for much of what he says since I heard him talk about how money was unimportant and didn’t matter. There was he, all-wise and knowing it all, whilst sitting on an inheritance

A well-dressed man stands on a piece of broken eggshell. In front of him, a newly-hatched giant white egg dominates the scene; tentacles rise upwards from inside the egg. The viewer is left with no doubt they belong to something monstrous and more powerful than the man.

Fold or play. That’s what he said to me. At that moment, I hadn’t realised I was even supposed to be playing. I couldn’t recall where I sat down and agreed to be dealt a hand. I seem to be in a perpetual state of aimlessness. Knowing some artists are more reliable at providing insight than others,