 I guess it was like an announcement to show the world that I was okay and that I was coping and that I was happy and joyous and all these things. Days after that photo was taken, I was admitted to a psychiatric ward. And I remember even in that photograph, in that moment, my hands are like gripping onto the bottom of the chair. I felt so fizzy and glitchy, like I was kind of made of pixels, like I could sort of...