So there's never one big moment where you figure out what's going on and everything else is normal. Cool. Can't wait to not know what the fuck.

[she sighs and puts a hand to her face before realizing that it's still sticky and wet with cow spit, then flings it back down to try to get all that off of her.]

Is there any kind of picture coming together for you? Of, like, who they're trying to turn you into. Or who you were, or whatever.