For some reason On the taskbar, Mr Google shows today a flowery outfit. Oh, tulips! My joy echoes like a ripple throughout my head. I spend a few minutes gazing at them, doing nothing, almost hours, until

I stand still, motionless in the middle of the crowd, as if watching scenes from a film, but one in which I am an outsider; at that moment, time seems to stand still, and for me the hours pass in a different