A chance encounter with a copper-haired stranger at dawn will unsettle the thixotropy of your morning routine, revealing a hidden equation in the steam of your tea. Tonight, the borborygmi of your stomach will synchronize with the creaks of your floorboards, urging you to confront the shadow in your mirror who has been hoarding your ambition. Before sunset, a forgotten glove in your freezer will remind you of the competitor you forgot to acknowledge.