It’s hard to think about anything other than corona virus. Its presence is felt in every aspect of daily life and our favourite distractions have been suspended.

Modern life hasn't been good for the imagination. We’ve outsourced the production of mental stimulus and pay for it by monthly subscription. We haven’t needed to entertain ourselves for a long time. Now we’re being forced to.

No sport this weekend, no gigs, and no nights out. Bored of Netflix. Sick of screens.

There’s nowhere to go except for the space inside our heads. Who remembers how to get there?