This morning’s walk around the south bank (still my favourite area of London) culminated in a visit to the Tate Modern (please notice the use of pink and white on their website) to see the Anish Kapoor installation. It is a really glorious piece, and I recommend a visit without reservations. Two-dimensional reproductions really reduce the impact of this very tectonic work. And while you are there, marvel at how it works structurally.

I remember a long sleepless night in 1999 when I was suffering from a severe cold. I was watching a documentary on Anish Kapoor right before I tried to go to sleep. My cough-syrup induced hallucinations suggested to me that my duvet was an animated Kapoor sculpture that wanted to devour me. The result was a cycle of hallucinating, throwing duvet off, freezing, pulling duvet on, and back to hallucinating.