We wear our masks we nod we talk with our eyes to greet with hidden face no smile invisible words beneath the layers of fabric that hides the spread viral droplets of fear moist reality. Facial non-recognition the mask dressed for a hold up we shop we move incognisant unseen struggling to be heard muffled incomprehensible conversation confusion intentions colourfully clothed misunderstood. Finding it hard to breath it’s hard but beneath the covering is relief no longer hiding behind false smiles no pressure to perform the ritual as we swap our masks we replace disguises of conformity with cloth. Ciaran Burke
