In workshops, Misevičiūt·e demanded that we run around a room screaming stream-of-consciousness rants for periods of time so long that we ceased being individual idiots and instead became a chaotic and frighteningly honest collective body exhibiting equal parts mirth and pathos. It was crucial to engage in this as a group; the panic of facing one’s subconscious political paradoxes—the ways in which we simultaneously oppose and are complicit in cultural ills—can be overcome amid the very public airing of everyone else’s.