I was just remembering something that used to happen back when I was a prep school student in the Midwest.

The guy who rented the car was nineteen and a prep school student, just like the kid who died in front of Shinagawa Station.

In Washington, a crowd including prep school students lay silently on a sidewalk, as if dead.

And I would wake shivering to my own misplaced self, floundering among smug, knowing prep school students.