In one of my favourite boyhood adventure graphic novels, The Adventures of Tintin, the bumbling pair of detectives Thomson and Thompson are driving in circles around a fictional African desert. At one point, a faster car zooms past and Thomson steps out of the vehicle. Bewildered, Thompson backs up their rickety jeep and asks, “I say, why would you step out while we were moving?”

“Moving?” he says, bewildered, “that car went so fast I thought we were standing still!”

Talk to anyone born in Gen Z and Gen Alpha, and standing still is as foreign to them as it is to a shark – if they stop swimming, they literally die.

Literally literally, not figuratively literally, like post-Millennials would say.

Being still in an ever-moving world though, feels like a luxury. For a soloist like us, it’s almost unimaginable.

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