was at something, white walls, concrete floor, the kind of space that charges everything with a seriousness it may or may not deserve. there were old monitors in the room showing something warm and grainy, the kind of footage that gives you a vague guilt about a decade you weren’t even alive for or were too young to understand. I stood there for a while genuinely trying to feel something specific. I felt something general. the room was quiet in that performed way, everyone moving slowly and nodding slightly, myself included. I documented it instead of experiencing it, which is a completely normal thing to do and I refuse to be weird about it.