![]() ![]() ![]() In late May, beginning in Minneapolis when police murdered a man named George Floyd, the social rapidly and aggressively de-virtualised in the form of urban revolt: riots and looting abolitionist demonstrations and decolonial iconoclasm burning police stations and squad cars the construction of barricades and the establishment of autonomous zones. Outside of weekly trips to the grocery store, running in a hilltop woodland, and kicking a football with my four-year-old son, life would take place indoors, with the outside world entering materially by way of the post, and narratively via state news briefings and hyperactive social media feeds. ![]() For myself and many others in the United Kingdom, the social became virtual. At least half a month too late, on 23 March, my country of residence was placed under lockdown, shuttering classrooms and parks and pubs and libraries and just about all places of free gathering. For the first half of 2020, life adjusted itself to Covid-19, a highly-contagious respiratory disease unheard of this time last year. ![]()
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