A phenomenon that is all the rage back home. A news blackout, a social media log out, a Stoptober sprinkled with some mediocre PR magic. Henrietta from the Home Counties. Even this blog gets it in the neck. Everything is shot through with guilt. Some modicum of balance is restored. All this worldstage of frazzled postcapitalism anxiety with nowhere to run to (baby) / nowhere to hide. Fragments. Sing song snippets on the route home. Nothing.