Time was paradoxical this Spring, a season most of us have spent inside, all over the world. Isolated, but together universally. Aside from posting a couple of funny memes to play down the horror, little free time was left for work, reading, or a little TV. Yet idle days, one leading to the other, week after week, as other countries were entering the same situation either with a little delay, or slowly started leaving it. I did not count the days. They all felt like a single, identical, long one. An invitation to appreciate our connection to reality. Here is a diary of this endless day, where chronology no longer mattered. As a new moon was rising, for everyone. Which surprisingly echoed that chorus from a Radiohead song. In The Numbers, Yorke calls for a change through a beautiful, optimistic call to arms. The clock has already been ticking for us all, but it stopped for a moment to allow us one last chance to think about the environmental issues at stake, the importance of public service and healthcare, the significance of a human connection over goods in a sustainable economy, and for those who benefit from privilege, to acknowledge and fight it. The message was pretty clear this time round. That Spring had a different sense of time, and it’s time for a change.