By Clare Best
Lockdown in a quiet village on the edge of Tunstall Forest near the Suffolk coast was not, on the face of it, so distant from normal everyday life here. Yet everything was different. Like many people, my concentration was sometimes poor and I spent too many hours on my phone and laptop hopping between news articles, social media and random topics of research. This found poem, woven from my browsing history, projects some of the strangeness and fearfulness of the locked-down mind, teased by the comforts and frustrations of internet existence.