I’m aware that things are happening. But I don’t know what those things are. I can’t understand anything. Everything. Someone is screaming. Or crying. Or struggling. Then a song comes on. A soaring vocal, edged with heartache. A silly golden oldie from 1950s America. A soft voice, an almost-lullaby. Also, there are moments of near silence. Broken by the clink of a bottle being set hard on a table. A sob stifled by a hand. Something (someone?) slammed against a wall. A door closing, shutting out the night