Today I cried in Union Square. Denied a cheap plastic toy, my son ran away from me into the crowds. I had just sat through the kind of film I hate to please him and his dad. I hate the loud noise of the cinema, the crowds, the shops, the franchise restaurants. Everything is overpriced and people pay it to have a ‘family experience’. I started to cry, my son ignored me and people walked past. It’s a long time since I cried in public. It’s a long time since I cried at all, I’m well medicated against it. I need to be for days like these. My choices are limited.