You stumble around blindly, crashing into walls, falling down stairs, smashing glasses, and the world is soundless, emotionless, freezing cold, bleached of colour, somehow cruel. Memories recurrently buzz into your head, but you shove them back down, unwanted, not now please, no thanks. You scrape a blade across raw skin, masticate some glossy white gump and then grab for the brass handle. It’s morning. You’re late for work. You should have stayed in last night. And you probably oughtn’t to be listening to The Unkindness of Ravens’ new double-A side, full of industrial, gothy electro-rock.