Richard Robinson



Why is life so much more fulfilling when there’s a catastrophe on? Is this the love that dare not speak its name? The slight twitch of delight when disaster strikes, the quickening of the pulse, the flaring of the nostrils? Why are we attracted to calamity rather than repelled? Why do we rush towards the danger zone rather than run away? There is nothing odd here. Coping with catastrophe is what we do best. Just as well, considering how much of it there is around the place.

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