Don shared his screen and began: “Technology is a glittering lure…” The other windows fell silent apart from the occasional toddler’s cry in the background. Across the city, laptop screens lit the faces of the men and women in corner ‘offices’ claimed from spouses and home schooling children. Slide wipes and sounds echoed the narrative as Don’s voice echoed around the disparate rooms. He wove the story: “Round and around, and back home again, to a place where we know we are loved.” He stopped. Silence. Then a voice…. “Sorry Don, lost you there. Can you go through it again?”