Text and images scroll, translucent, across her glasses—openings and closings, celebrity gossip, top ten lists on one side, global stories on the other. Her preferred version of the Monitoring Bill is under siege, assailed both by those who want the technology rolled out as widely as possible and by a surprisingly numerous rearguard of precautionary sceptics advocating for the "essential and irreducible biologicality" of the received human body. Irked by the suspicion that this wording means whatever anyone wants to read into it, but indicates at the same time some vague disapproval of such things as surgeries, prostheses and vaccinations, she looks at the detail of the story. The numbers are still solid. Fine. A few steps later, she cancels out of the feed. Normally she likes the ubiquity of information flow, but abruptly in this moment she feels the need to operate in a white space: to sink down into the slow textlessness of her heartbeat and her stride.