The act of waiting, waiting for that thing to jolt you out of your reality, waiting for that turning point, that moment of realisation you need, there is a suspense there, a lingering that demands to be shattered. Well, that’s where panic comes in. Panic disrupts, panic lifts you up. Panic is a response to the daily OK-ness of things, the result of a demand for that craved for explosion in a narrative, that part in an interview where the interviewee said: ‘and that’s when my life changed’. That part on a timeline, in a biography, where things became different. But that part wasn’t a point it was a process.