As the nights have drawn in I've been struck by the little yellow rectangles shining out along the streets on evening walks to the shop. Each a small scene of the new professional work culture enforced on us — at least those of us who are lucky enough to be able to shield ourselves from the risks that hang in the air outside our doorsteps.
I read somewhere that the lockdowns were really just people who can afford to protect themselves staying at home, while people who can't bring them things. An uncomfortable way to think about things while ordering a burger.
All this to say as we go in to another ill defined restriction period, solidarity to platform workers, join a union if you can, and tip your deliveroo person.

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