It’s 2am and the blue light from this laptop is basically melting my brain. You know that feeling when you’ve been staring at rows in Excel so long they start to look like the bars of a cage? That’s me. I’m forty. I’m an accountant. It sounds boring because it IS boring. It’s the job you take when your parents move across an entire ocean just so you don't have to struggle, but then you realize the struggle just changed shape. I’m auditing this gallery downtown right now. It’s one of those places with huge white walls and overpriced "installations." I’m sitting in the back office with a stack of receipts for "mixed media" and "oil on canvas.