“This afternoon all the colour drained out of the world. In black and white a storm hurled itself at the windows while lightning cracked and drains overflowed. I saw myself flinch on a video call. On the street WhatsApp someone asked: “Did anyone just see a horse without a rider galloping up the street?!!” I heard it but I didn’t look. Is this how it all ends: each of us alone at home, messaging with increasing levels of desperation and punctuation?”