I was about to cross the street when a man got out of his car and yelled, “You can’t make a revolution with silk gloves!” and then punched me in the eye. Through the haze of my surprise and pain, I saw sabers, white horses, red poppies. I saw the future of the Left. I saw children pressing their little faces against the glass. I saw cathedrals of fire. Fuck this, I thought, and started walking. That’s just human nature, how to get back to the Hotel of Forgotten Artists. One eye was enough.