On Tuesday this week, I walked into a windowless building with huge copper doors and a dull copper reception desk that was unmanned, which was no surprise since we’re on lockdown.

A voice came over the intercom instructing me to take the lift to the 9th floor, where I would be met. A burst of binaural sounds came over the loudspeaker, entering first my left, then my right ear. I thought this strange and felt uncomfortable, but walked anyway to the open lift...

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