I committed the grievous crime of sitting in direct sunlight for too long and my body has decided that my punishment is a migraine that makes me sympathise with how Leon Trotsky must have felt when an ice pick connected with his skull on the 20th of August, 1940. Therefore, the logical conclusion is that sunlight is Stalin, my head is Trotsky, migraines are ice picks, and my body is NKVD Agent Ramon Mercader.
Also, Trotsky Icepick is the name of an American indie rock band.











