Following a Sunday night viewing of Michael Mann’s Heat, I was left lying awake with an undefinable anxiety humming throughout my body. After a futile attempt to express the feeling to Janis, I carried on for another hour in that purgatorial state—somewhere between bravery and horror—in the face of literally nothing.
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