I’m walking the public sculpture trail known as The Line. But when I say walking, I mean on Google Street View, which is glitching out on me. Instead of a line, it’s more dot-to-dot. A case of dangling the yellow man over the map and dropping him down, like some cruel god.
A tube ride and a loosening of lockdown measures is all it would take for me to be in East London for real. So close yet so far. It’s the kind of wistful thought which could belong to the woman I find in the Olympic Park, in 2016. She’s sitting on a rock, in her Parka jacket, her hands anxiously in her lap, a short distance from Anish Kapoor’s gargantuan Orbit tower.