 Fast forward. I'm leaving. It's cold. It's February of this year, or, you know, back in the thesis days. I put on my coat, and I drop my glove. In picking up my glove, I come up from the floor, eye level with a standalone display case, raised up with plexiglass around it, or unbreakable glass. And inside, it says, Siena, 14th century, which is my place and my era of