I went to the hold-out for the first time and modeled for the figure-drawing class there. I got colder the closer it got to 9, despite my two pair of socks––so by the end, my skin was raised and my nipples hard. I stared at a windchime until it was looking back at me, until my vision tunneled, until the room morphed and flowed into different shades of gold, blue, red, and green. Tom, Angel, Ben, Shaina, Flo and May drew, I didn't look at any of them. I did a lot of thinking. I did a lot of thinking.