Endless Night

Imagine an endless night; you try to leave but you're trapped in its immensity. So you’re condemned to walking the streets alone like a Sisyphean struggle, the air heavy with solitude. There's a new term for it, and it's social distancing. And yet, your night is punctuated by moments of hope, elation and chance encounters—with mysterious people searching for emancipation from their own endless nights. This is how the pandemic feels like.