I walked into a large room, much too large for the arrangement of chairs it held within. Eight Victorian-patterned armchairs were placed in a loose circle in the center. All were empty. The room was empty. A sign on the wall said, “Days Since Last Argument.” In the corner of the sign, there was a dry-erase board with a six drawn on. A poster displayed a portrait of John Donne alongside his “No Man is an Island” poem in modern English. Thinking that…