just because maybe i can start with Navaronne and think about the below in a 4/4 "to the floor" sort of way that my bedroom was this picture and i was this tan and i couldn't go to sleep and i wanted to burn most of my pictures or at least dig a hole because maybe i'd been watching too much HBO in Boulder but they went into the garbage can instead and i missed out on sleeping as i had to fly back to Boulder and write my thesis and it was all gone and my house was all gone and i can't even name names becasue the dead aren't named and that was all thrown away in a wooden box i bought in Chinatown and in the garbage but nobody knew about any of this and i flew to Boulder and i was hungry and i ate about it