Many weeks after the first lockdown laws were imposed in the UK in 2020, I got a call from a friend asking me a favour. She had left her flat in London on March 12th to spend just a few days in her hometown in the countryside of England with her family but little did she know she wasn't coming back to London until over two years from that date. She asked me to go to her flat once in a while to water her plants and make sure everything was fine. I ended up going there more than just once in a while as that flat became my studio for a few months.

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"I can't even remember when I left my flat in London. I thought I was going away for a few days and over a year later I'm still here in the countryside. There is a wooden calendar that must show the date I left my flat” she said on another phone call a few months after I started going there. On my next visit, I looked for the calendar and I found time frozen still, no longer liquid, no longer passing by. I had found undusted proof of the moment in our lives when everything was what it had always been - when people were kissing in the cinemas and answering phone calls in their offices.

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