What? We could. Just because we know that the world’s an unremittingly bleak place where crushing disappointment follows crushing disappointment doesn’t mean we can’t pretend that it isn’t.
Just because we can’t bite into a sandwich in the middle of the day without thinking about how the sun’s now going down, plunging us back into blackness. Just because we can’t look at a beautiful autumnal countryside scene without seeing life withering before our eyes, the imagined stench of death filling our nostrils, its effects spreading through our mind like a cancer.
Okay, maybe we couldn’t be the ECB’s positivity guru. We could write a piece about him for Cricinfo though.