I spent the greater part of my morning in what I have come to assume is the coldest room on campus, failing at making a net. It’s totally in my nature to bitch about how classroom FA 236 caused my internal temperature to reach an all time low since my southern transition, but complaints just seem out of the question when your only homework is to follow an instructional video made by a twang-hearty, overly passionate rabbit hunter hoping to spread enthusiasm for his tool-making craft. Beats anything involving a pencil and paper for sure. After weathering similarly arctic conditions last week, I was fully aware of the clumsy numbness my fingers were going to go through, so you know I planned my outfit accordingly. The thinest of thin, silky fabrications that I own are pictured here against a particularly skeletal tree because my obsession with foliage only seems to deepen as my rational facilities shut down. It’s been a long and so far irreversible process.