The most disturbing parts of our lives don’t exist in the exotic or grotesque but in the way our partner’s eyes dart out the window just after we’ve kissed them, the way our kids shout out in dreams we can never know, the way our neighbours leave their lights on all night long, the way our best friend slips a pill into her mouth before she drinks coffee one day. They ran through the centre of everyday life. They are close to us, very close. They are intimate and personal and often so private we don’t acknowledge them.