I walked past my favourite tapas place, the one with the lantern-lit garden. It was closed for the Plague. Vandals had already scrawled graffiti all over it. My Berlin-adjusted eyes noted the difference between “everyday misguided guerilla public art graffiti” and the more sinister, bullying, derelictifying graffitti that grew like poisoned fungus all over any place that dared reveal vulnerability in These Uncertain Times™.