You don’t get used to it. The sudden complexity of stairs and doors. The precarious allowances. The cruel puzzle-cube of the bathroom. The calls and visits – ‘How are you?’ It’s not something you get used to. She doesn’t want to talk to people or listen to people. Technology and sleep is all there is now. Technology sometimes feels like enough. The news feed and tweet board constitute a welcome reminder that people she knows are still out there and nights are being had and lives are being lived. She would like to be a machine. The technology can’t accelerate fast enough. She would like to disappear forever into the other side of the screen.