So, I’m not sure if you’ve been following the news lately, but there’s been a disease going around.

Bizarrely, after around Day 20 of the most fucked-up time of our lives, lockdown hardly seemed novel at all. Our brains were so fried that the days started to run together.

But still: so much happened. Creativity, connection, heroism, heartbreak. We wanted to remember it all – the good and the bad – so that one day, if we were lucky enough to come out the other side of this thing, we’d remember everything we endured, and everything we were capable of.

This is the Museum of Quarantine.