This poem is a psychogeography prose poem examining the emotional and psychological impact of place, particularly my emotional response to the building of the Nightingale Hospital, a field hospital built in the ExCel centre. It was built on the same street of the house I grew up in. Unlike typical psychogeographical poems, the exploration, rather than being about the city of London, is about our own relationship with space at home and our local area, especially when confined and spending long periods of time inside. It’s a reversal of what psychogeography typically concerns itself with, the growth of a modern urban city, as in the pandemic, London has shrunk. I brought my family history to the poem, as with the absence of travel and stay at home orders in place, our homes and local areas take on new roles and have new connotations. For me, having to return to Newham from university so suddenly, was a time to reflect and rediscover my local area, especially in light of the geographical history that binds me to it, through my working-class grandparents. Although my family achieved social mobility the history that binds us both together is still there, especially as class divides were strengthened in the pandemic and an awareness of class was brought into our collective consciousness. The poem is about place and staying home, and our familial ties that perhaps strengthen in the midst of a pandemic.