I taste and feel the ocean – salt and stinging wind, I’m pulled to it like a magnet. I clutch onto some rails and drink it in – for a moment its immensity makes me feel calm. I think about lobbing my phone into it. Letting it get lapped up, maybe eaten by some little crabs. But I haven’t gone completely nuts, instead I put it on a timer and take this photograph. It’s of me and I’m standing in an empty car park, it’s late February. Maybe I should put it on my Instagram and caption it something like: ‘Anonymous Londoner Wearing a Mask.’ I start laughing and cannot stop. I am a mad and baying dog.