My beard was getting thick enough I could tug on it in a way that both hurt and felt good at the same time.
And I thought back to when I was 19, and what I could remember of that: The Cure had released Disintegration and a roommate had the CD.
I looked up images expecting to see something from Alien.
Maybe the art was in the refashioning of otherwise useless things.
The problem started with the awareness that the days were blurring together with little to set them apart.