dreamed of triangular root nodes and women tying half their hair back in clasps. and N and my father and I were at a Japanese university. It was orientation week, and the leaders in our orientation group were grabbing lockers for our group, reserving them. I asked (half-heartedly) for a locker near my classroom but didn't get one, it didn't matter.

N and I walked around the university - it was pretty and busy, built on a steep slope with lots of bamboo construction. Large clay pots were sat on the pillars of every set of stairs, and there were heavy beams fixed to the top of each banister. There was an orientation event which involved students picking up the pots and beams and putting them in different places, swapping them around. It seemed largely pointless but I pulled one of the beams off its nails to try it. It was far to heavy for me to lift. In the spirit of participation N held my arm and had me swing out past the stairs, bending and damaging a thin bamboo banister in the process. Why were we doing this? It was destructive and not part of the reason for being here.