One crisp autumn morning I woke up and vaguely remembered how much I needed to forget the past year of my life, to finally do something with the restless energy that had been building inside me, making me wobble between burning it all down and continuing to live another year exactly the same, showing up, doing the things expected of me, monotonously weaving around in my daily life, only to be deeply bewildered by exactly how and why I expected anything to be different without any change in my behavior, by complacency and blindness and lack of taste, of smell.