You are bawling your eyes out in the bathroom. You are in agony and it hurts even more that no one knows, and no one can know because there are people dying out there with flooded lungs, babies orphaned right after they are born, their stunned old grandparents begging strangers for breast milk, crematoriums hanging ‘house full’ boards at their gates, so your own puny sorrow feels immoral right now.
But no one’s watching you here, so you let rip. Soon you realise you can’t stop. H… h… hellooohhoo Goohoogle, can people choke on their own tears?
Just then your screensaver catches your eye:
It is fortunate to have a nose. Hard to feel you are too tragic a figure when the tears mix with snot. There is no glamour in honking.