So hang on, hang on, lemme make sure Iâm getting this right. So sheâs in a psych ward. In a wedding gown. And she takes the âmiracle move on drugâ the âforget himâ pill of which the effects are temporary. Right, right. And then sheâs set free, and immediately walks into a sterile office in a VICTORIAN MOURNING gown! And sits down to start working away on her typewriter. Sheâs writing, and she loves her muse, and itâs ruining her life. Okay. And then she and the muse are laying on the papers, in love. The pages of her work, her diary, her songs, THE FILES!! And theyâre together, and the pages are flying around them, blocking them from the camera, okay? You still with me? She reaches for the muse and then sheâs getting electric shock therapy?? With curly hair?? Okay. Okay. And again, loving the muse is ruining her life. And all the doctors, the people closest to her, run away scared when the electricity short circuits or whatever, and the muse is the only one who notices and stops it from killing her!!! The muse is in a (glass) phone booth, and Taylor is sitting right on top, but out of view from the muse. And they are in the middle of NOWHERE. The rust that grew between telephones??? And then weâre back in the office, and sheâs pulling all the files out of the drawers!! In the mourning gown again!!! And sheâs letting them out, ruining the sterility, and sheâs freaking out, sobbing. And then sheâs facing the camera, stone cold, letting the files swirl around her, now out in the open ON FIRE I MIGHT ADD. And back in the psych ward in the wedding dress, she breaks the glass to escape, to bolt?? And then, once the files are free, once the glass is broken, once the muse steps out of the glass!! Then she can touch the muse. Then she can touch the muse. Somebody give me an oxygen mask, holy shit