In my Facebook and Instagram world, I find myself traveling to all of my familiar haunts and daring to step into places that I am not so familiar with. A friend of mine, who lives in the center of London, keeps me updated with his afternoon walks through the deserted city. It makes me nostalgic as a Londoner. I remember my mother telling me stories about the Blitz in World War II. She lived in London and they would have to take shelter in their houses until they got the “all clear.” The streets were empty. I wondered if that emptiness was a little like the emptiness that we see now.