ay of living and it's dying out slowly. Delhi was always known for its rooftop life. In some seasons especially around August you would see people flying kites from their rooftops, in the winter these spaces would have people soaking themselves in the sun.Iin the last few days with the lockdown, people have come up on the roofs again. I realised that i've been spending time here every day between 5pm and 7 pm to catch the last of the light, the temperature at this time is quite pleasant and this is also an hour when people are usually out. In india most of the day people are inside their homes except in the winter and it is around this time of the evening that they go out for walks, jogs, to shop, and the usual daily routine. Since restrictions were put into place, people have started making their time on the roof as a daily routine. A part of me feels like this work is about me and my rooftop more than anything else. I'm alone here.. I feel curious about other people now that i'm not able to meet my friends etc. a part of me is also feeling a bit voyeuristic wondering from my rooftop if i can look into other people's lives. I can sense that they are doing the same as well. Delhi. India. March 28, 2020. © Sohrab Hura | Magnum Photos

" photographs of the state of affairs. My photographic disinterest reminds me of how I felt a few years ago on an African safari. Knowing I couldn't contribute anything novel within this context, I put down my camera and simply used binoculars. I fell in love with the look of the circular view and ended up using my iPhone to take pictures through my binoculars. Over the last few weeks I've returned to this way of seeing the world. I'm not trying to make a great National Geographic picture, nor an important statement on the pandemic. I'm simply trying to savor the fleeting pleasures of looking in a time of profound unease. Minneapolis, Minnesota. . USA. March 22, 2020. © Alec Soth | Magnum Photos

ng. Paris, France. 02 april 2020. © Patrick Zachmann | Magnum Photos

California. USA. March 30, 2020. © Carolyn Drake | Magnum Photos

e township occupy. In the surbubs people who live there have more space so they are able to have gardens in their yards. In the surbubs you find a lot of trees but In the township the most common plant you will find are roses and some other types of flowers. People also survive by planting diffrent types of vegetables for food. Some also do the same to sell to the community. Growing up there were always some flowers that grew near a dumping site, that we used pick and play with. Johannesburg. South Africa. April 6, 2020. © Lindokuhle Sobekwa | Magnum Photos

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een feeling a bit disoriented in the past week(s), I guess I am always a little bit, but now it’s different. This virus strikes everyone in the world. Yes, we are in all of this together’, but more than ever inequalities are visible. Stay home doesn't have the same connotation to everyone. I can’t stop thinking about children who have to stay home in violent households for example, about refugee camps, people living in townships or slums or about the homeless. There is no way to escape these days. To be honest, I don’t know how to deal with all that. I can’t find the right balance between ‘finally’ resting (like everyone seems to be doing, if I can believe social media ), covering this special moment in time (like many colleagues are doing), continuing my personal projects (as I finally should have time for that), all those digital obligations that come now (Assignments are stressing me out), endless reflecting (I can't stop my mind), doing something useful (what does that mean?)…We are in quarantine, but most of the time I feel like I want to be even more locked up from all the stimulus from outside. But then I start to feel selfish and I want to do something. Sint Amandsberg, Ghent. Belgium. March 31, 2020. © Bieke Depoorter | Magnum Photos

er there, enjoying the first warm days. Now only the cat can enjoy the empty and silent parks. Having grown up on the countryside I miss the nature, the forest and fields more than ever in this huge city. Moscow. Russia. March 26, 2020. © Nanna Heitmann | Magnum Photos

reets, buses, ports, boats were all empty. I started to see details I never noticed before, rediscovering my city. And I saw this incredible scene, thousands of jellyfish enjoying this quiet deep blue water of Istanbul. Istandbul. Turkey. April 1, 2020. © Emin Özmen | Magnum Photos