Some minutes blurred altogether, and then there are moments of clarity. Leaning against a wall in a toilet with a flickering light. Cement cold behind my head and how impossible is it to find a comfortable resting position with your hair in a ponytail. Looking at myself in the mirror. Feeling like I was in an arthouse movie. Lighting effects. Silence. Significance. Soundtrack: "Everything Dies" - Type O Negative. Except I only know the words and tune for the chorus, and a little of the first verse.

"You look stuffed." All the succinct tact of college.

"I am stuffed."