Hurt feelings, rendered as a scene: a small homemade birthday cake on a kitchen table late at night, its candles burned all the way down to stubs with wax pooled and hardened on the frosting, the cake completely uncut. Two clean plates and two forks set out, unused. A stack of folded paper party hats untouched beside it. A wall clock showing past midnight with a plain face. Only the dim light over the table is on. No people. No text, no letters, no numbers, no logos anywhere.