I just noticed a bunch of junk I threw out of my backpack covering my couch and floor. I just wanted to lie down and was faced with context. The last few times you have come over I have missed that context. I said once that you did too much cleaning, but I think I just had an epiphany. You are an art director, making a stage for actors while I have been an actor waiting for a scene. You have been cleaning, making a place to live while I have simply been trying to live, looking for a place.