9:52pm

Picture of a young woman in her twenties: Shoe and sockless, feet propped up on the edge of a hotel bed. The standard definition television drones some overwrought drama-mentary related to the latest historical fiction film. Muffled typing sounds from a gray laptop, keys already shiny from use. She pours her latest addiction into a short, heavy glass with dwindling ice. The lemon-flavored sparkling water reminds her of a Saturday afternoon in suburban Berlin, outdoors, and fading sunlight. She recalls the intrepid red fox that appeared next to her, then walked unconcerned through the backyard. That was only two weeks ago, but it already felt an age ago. Before she had the opportunity to dwell on her experiences, she was handed a ticket and instructed to go to Dayton, Ohio. She would go out if she knew where to go or what to do. Her cultural upbringing suggests that this is somehow a minor tragedy, although it doesn't provide suggestions for a remedy.