This morning I went down to the exercise room on the second floor of A.’s and my building and lifted some weights and rode the stationary bike. It was my first time doing so in about a week. I’m starting to feel better. While I was on the bike, pedaling, I looked at the wall and at the strange, accidental forms that certain details in the paneling seemed to evoke, or that my brain seemed to arrange and suggest to me, as I perceived the areas in which they appeared. And I thought then of those inkblots that psychologists show to their patients to assess their mental health, or to infer something about their personality, based on how those patients describe them.