You wake up and the whole world's changed. You don't recognize what's playing in the radio. Nobody listens to the radio anymore. People you think you knew talk differently, dress differently, wear wigs, talk gibberish, pretend they're people they're not, are actually the people you no longer know. I wake after years of sleep. Nostalgia betrays. In the basement of a neighbor's house is an old couch. The outline of a man. A dead bulb of light.