I remember one thing about the day. Looking up to see cardboard stars that were covered in tinfoil. It was an epiphany. I suddenly realised that we are all objects. It doesn't matter what we think of each other or how we see each other or if we like each other or whether we want to hit or kiss or kill or love or maim or fuck or fight each other because if we were to look up, we would all see the same cheap christmas decorations, and no matter how our minds interpreted the symbols, it would never change the nature of the objects. Suddenly, for a small moment, subjectivity did not exist and I was just me. Then it all crashed down and I was me as you see me and as my mother sees me and as my enemies see me and as some strange guy in the bar sees me. And I became a million shattered fragments floating in a sky with tinfoil stars.