Since Covid cases have exploded again, I’ve returned to the City of London for my exercise. The streets are quiet but there is always at least one fugitive figure in view. As we come into proximity, I find myself trying to categorise them: compliant or libertarian, responsible or feckless, aware or oblivious. Will they cross the road to be near me, or cross it to avoid me.
Friendliness and approachability have become threatening. Masking and avoidance have become reassuring.
