From the elevation in the park I look at the illuminated windows in the dark of the night. People talking on the phone, arguing, smoking, having sex, standing at the window, turning away. It is empty in the park, much emptier than expected. People stay at home in coronatimes, people follow the rules. Have got used to it, are afraid, go with what is now recommended and prescribed. My glass in my hand slowly warms up, my friend tells me about the adjustments that result from the crisis and how she intends to deal with them.
My gaze falls on a person, about 200 meters away, who is walking up and down between the trees. From one tree trunk to the next, his silhouette against the light of the big city. Back and forth. Again and again. Is he on the phone? Is he meditating? Does he just need to move after another day in quarantine? It occurs to me that this is my favourite to do since I was a child: to observe people. To observe situations that reflect the spirit of the zeitgeist or are the projections of my emotions. It makes me feel save and at once.
Unfortunately my mobile phone had no battery to take a photograph. Whoever you were last night, I hope you feel save today,