() Now you’re awake. So what? What can be done about it now? The morning sun breaks in and kills your dreams. Pry open your eyelids and smile at nothing. Choose a breakfast. Choose a drug. Perform your antiquated rites of passage, absolution—indoor rain. Blink at the mirror. Take a picture—it will last longer. Wrap yourself in denim, cotton, polyester, an overlay of anonymity to ward away the swishiness of who you really are.