The dude casually eating fish and chips on a park bench during his lunch break will rush to stop the smoke alarm’s beep from waking his newborn at night. The woman shouting at a client down the phone in the quiet carriage will tend to her hydrangeas. The geezer crying in the pub will buy a share bag of Fruit Pastilles. The toddler covered in urine will put up its own shelves after its divorce. The smiling bus driver will call 999 on a neighbour for moving his bins. The writer writing about a life-changing death from the past will write about a life-changing death in the future. The pensioner being feed a cheese toastie by her son will laugh at the terrible acting and gore in horror films in bed.

Carl Burkitt 2025

Sonder is the feeling when you realise everyone you see, everyone who passes you by, has their own complex lives.