‘I’m all out of love, I’m so lost without you
I know you were right, believing for so long
I’m all out of love, what am I without you
I can’t be too late to say I was so wrong’

Considering media, public and private space is pretty dull until it happens to you and the flooding in Oxford presented an opportunity to swim in the medieval intricacies of the usually mundane dialogue between being and nothingness. Hmm.