I wake up to a head that’s had too much sleep and body not enough. Sunlight slips through the closed binds, but I can tell it’s overcast outside. The late-morning’s haze seeps through the cracked plaster, and as I lean against the wall with my eyes shut, I allow myself to sink into its melancholy blanket. Then there’s a crack of thunder and it starts to rain. I sigh, overkill. I push off from the wall and reach my feet in the slow arc of a cast-iron statue being erected by one man too few.