You don’t remember the walk back to your apartment, nor do you remember much of your dreary afternoon routine. You finish a science-fiction book Twilight recommended during the time you would’ve typically met up with Dash. She’d wanted to have a follow up ‘appointment’ to discuss how it related to fiction ideas you were already familiar with. Something about literary epistemology…not exactly a conversation you were looking forward to. And even if you were you’d already forgotten the first half of the book…as well as the part you just finished.