No. Seemingly not. I can deal with it, I know how. Reaffirmation. Burn fear away with life. Purge the corners of the room. I’ve been sleeping with the bedside light on, anyway. And a few more parties should do it, write over the bad memory with good ones, like a computer writing over sensitive information: Department of Defense Approved self-erasure, 1s and 0s. Crosses and grails. Lingams and yonis. Sex, okay? Just sex and more sex and maybe that’ll take care of it. Fuck it out.