He wakes up. He drinks coffee with peppermint creamer. He eats a bagel with an egg and some turkey bacon. He has a shower. He draws a picture. He watches a discussion between Foucault and Badiou. He has a nap. He goes to a party. He meets lots of new people. He tries to initiate a conversation by saying that books are good. This is not what he was trying to say and the reaction was not as he hoped but as he expected a frozen polite smile. He eats some Swedish meatballs. He meets new and interesting people. He feels the overwhelming panic that he has kept at way start to take control so he makes his excuses and leaves. He believes he has managed to fool everyone he meets that he is a normal and functioning member of society. On the way home he does impressions of the Reverend Ian Paisley on the bus. He thinks he is doing them in his head but as he is drunk he doesn’t realise at first that he is not. He realises that he is doing them out loud when he notices the various nervous side-eyes his fellow commuters are giving him. He tries to turn the impression into a cough and a yawn and then goes to staring out of the window. He is too drunk to be embarrassed. He watches Attack on Titan which gets more confusing the further the season progresses. He reads more about World War II. He reads more about the Slave Trade. He feels the requisite amount of guilt for being a white male but realises that it will never be enough and then realises it is infinitely better than experiencing racism and then feels guilty for feeling that. He reads an essay by Montesquieu and discovers a great new web show called Ask A Slave which is satirical and perfect and hilarious. He plans all sorts of things for the next day and then he sleeps.