Privacy — like the coronavirus — is a constantly shifting target

The Nevermind album cover. File picture.

When you’re halfway through a story you believed was guaranteed to entertain and educate, and the other person in the room has clearly lost interest, the only thing to do is dribble to a halt, which was what I did when me and Cepta were having a socially distanced cup of coffee in my kitchen. 

She looked straight ahead and spoke out the side of her mouth, like someone who’s done time. “Don’t react,” she said. “Someone’s taking a photograph.”