It seems we are no longer allowed to suffer. Our sufferings shall now become a reality documentary, or a work of art, or adapted as an advert or report on 24/7 news. Or at the very least we suffer for our *own* created ‘art’ or as a topic of social reportage or shared sympathy among our friends and relations in real life or on the Internet. In the old days, we suffered alone, with the loud ticking of the parlour clock. No visitors. And a broken wireless. So buck up.