This room, your room, do you feel it fits you? Can you know how it should be, this space in which you drown daily, this square metres of life you have been given. Is it even yours? Can it ever be yours, truly yours? Feel the walls. They're warm today, as the sun has shone the many beams, the hottest hots implemented into the stones. Feel it. And slowly, very slowly you will rise. Up, up, up against the ceiling.