![]() ![]() ![]() I’ve been working from home since early March last year, sitting at my kitchen table, eating badly, and writing about new technologies - a pretty claustrophobic situation - so the openness of space, along with the beauty of the buildings and the clarity of the frozen air created the kind of sacred atmosphere we can sometimes experience when confronted by a total absence of people. In my defence, I’d come down the 154 steps from my fifth-floor apartment and didn’t feel like climbing them again right at that second. I quickly remembered that the 9pm curfew I’d forgotten about was still being imposed but was suddenly gripped by a powerful urge to continue my walk and began moving away from my front door, towards the park at the end of my street. The night was very cold, with a brilliant frost sharpening the edges of the buildings that added a surreal quality to the neighbourhood. ![]() STEPPING OUT ONTO THE STREET in front of my apartment block for an evening walk earlier this month, I was struck by the utter silence and emptiness around me. ![]()
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