I make my way into one of the stalls and begin to remove my upper layers of clothing. It’s slightly harder than I expect; my fingers appear to be losing some of their dexterity. Picking items off the shelves was easy enough, but untying this knot in my hood’s drawstring is actually pretty hard to do. In the end I finally manage it and pull it off along with my undershirt. Satisfied with my work, I look down at my chest. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”