‘I just want it to be normal again for an hour.’ It doesn’t feel like anything has changed yet but that line will stay with me for a while. It might stay forever. I should have said something else at the end but I couldn’t find the words – something that’s happening more often. Some things aren’t meant for sharing: this is one so I’ll bite my tongue and break my nib. In other news, people are passing each other in the street: a thousand pairs of eyes fixed on a thousand pairs of shoes locked inside the generic, sightless shuffle.