While studying in Vienna I had become increasingly isolated and weird which wasn’t being helped by the fact that I wasn’t really progressing in my German and slowly forgetting my English. One night, in frustration and greatly under the influence of some excellent locally purchased hashish, I just started taking trains and changing them until I had no idea where I was in the city. When I disembarked, I spied a cinema that was showing a retrospective of Werner Herzog’s films. I’d understood the night’s screening to be “Fitzcarraldo”, which I’d always wanted to see. The screening turned out to be for “Heart of Glass”, an earlier Herzog work in which he’d obtained most his actor’s performances under hypnosis. To say that it was context-shifting would be an understatement. 2 hours later, much more clear headed, I emerged from the theater gravely concerned about how I was going to find my way home, much less get there. It turned out that it was 1 block to my left.