 Fainting is ghastly, but coming round, for me at least, was very beautiful. A very orderly kind of restoration and generous, or so I felt, restoration of your faculties. And you end up kind of marvelling at the solidity of the bathroom floor and the steadiness of the light and the coolness of the tiles and the base of the toilet, how kind of actual it is. And yeah, I love that. What that ends up being is an ode to kind of being at home in the universe, which I think we all are, basically, even though we don't feel it most of the time.