XV. I feel as if I'm trapped in a small cubicle that is actually a film set that is broadcasting my existence to millions of viewers across the nation only I don't know what they're seeing because I don't know where the cameras are hidden and I don't know what angles they're shooting from or what filters they're using or if the guy in the truck who is editing all this and sending it up to the satellite is some kind of crazed lunatic and I can't get out, you know, I can't get out. Look, can we just go somewhere, okay? Over there. Let's just go. With you? Yeah, with you, I guess. Just let me think.

XVI.