2020 and its harsh reality of how easy it was for world war 3 to take innocent lives. Only we did not call it WW3 we called it Coronavirus!

Stuck in the middle of it just like everybody else, I found myself looking though the glass windows at the Royal London Hospital as well as the reflections. I tried to make sense of everything going on; the hospital was full to the brim with patients, the staff desperately trying everything they could, but there was a silence, a deadly silence which I felt as I walked through the corridors. I felt as though we were all trapped in a parallel nightmare, a bipolar distortion between inside and out.