I take a shower, do my hair, decide what to wear, and drag myself up the stairs thinking, “How much longer can I do this? What’s the point? Nobody comes, or very few.” I hang up my coat, take off my shoes, and begin setting up the room: pick the music, and light the candles. I dim the overheads. I power on the spiral. It feels so warm, so sacred, so calm. It feels like church. It feels like a world apart.