On the cusp of one of the many heatwaves this summer, I stood heartbroken at the third door of the Royal Albert Hall. Not only because I had committed my Saturday evening to the BBC’s Proms here, but for having told everyone of my intentions.

More often than not, I am wrong. I am constantly (if unintentionally) lying. After twenty minutes convincing my poor interlocutor that I, in fact, must be right, a simple Google search proves me to be unequivocally incorrect. 

Photo by Artemis McMaster-Christie Gorgeous and raw, The Use of Photography , by Nobel Prize winner Annie Ernaux, and the once obscure...