With so much uncertainty about the future, do we now give more value and care for the present? Can we see the magic in the moment - the explosion in the minor details, the spectacular in the everyday?

Can we admit that we got it wrong? Not that we live in a bad way; not necessarily worse than the alternative; because of course how could we know otherwise? Even if we’ve granted ourselves the right and ability to determine what is bad or worse. But more importantly, we cannot admit that we got it wrong because we ask the wrong questions in the gap left by not really questioning anything. And so we create the wrong problems because they come with their own solutions. We got it wrong because we don’t have real problems - problems that are merely and fully problems.

I listen to Debussy's Clair de Lune. It tells me about softness and the magic in the mundane - the complexity in the simple. Everywhere there are firework explosions of light and colour and sound, if only we pay attention.

I sit with a job application on my screen. I am working towards getting an established career but the present moment cuts in like a blunt knife. And with all the hand washing, quarantined isolation and social distancing, cleaning up these rough intrusions becomes a labour too much. Even writing these words, takes me further from the future that I had been imagining.

I am all for adaptation. I am all for disruptive transformation. I am all for reconfiguring the global political system. But how do we create unity when we're locked away in our houses? How do we formulate justice when employers can let go of their workers over Skype? How do we build trust when we have to pretend we no longer sneeze in public? How do we move in a new way of being when shopping is considered an essential activity? (And don't get me wrong, we can't survive without it, but doesn't that tell us so much?) And how are we a society when we understand the marginalisation of female care workers through critiques of scholars sent through internet media channels? How are we of this Earth if we can no longer touch each other? We have become digital angels and the world wide web has become our heavenly plain.