I like cats, and I have a particular fondness for Schrödinger's. I often invoke this famous feline as a way of taming my anxiety about something that might or might not happen. Standing with my sister in Cophenhagen airport in 1999 after a long trip, waiting for the interminable trundle of the conveyor belt to …
Memento Mori and Schrödinger’s Dementia
Victoria Scholes 