WAKE UP, IT’S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD, NO OTHERS. NO MONSTERS. Not only advertising hoardings on bus stops and billboards, but actual road signs and street furniture. Number plates on abandoned cars read W4K3 UP, messages written on the tarmac where road-crossings should be read LOOKS NORMAL. It was absurd, it was funny. It felt as though the whole world was shouting at me and only me, because none of the rest of the crew saw a damn thing.
