There are just too many humans in limited square footage for too many hours, casualties are expected. I heard the doll crash. She was face down, and when I turned her over I was really struck by how her face looked like it had been crushed, how the glue looked like tears, and while i started cleaning up the broken pieces I loved how her lips and nose broke independently. Everything feels like this right now. Sad. Crushed and Dismantled.