I can hardly discern up from down when Oz Pearlman is revealing to the audience that I’ve been thinking of traveling to Mexico City, and that if I had to pick a different destination, I’d be on a plane to Los Angeles. I stumble over my words as I try to answer each of his carefully crafted questions, baffled at how he knows what I’ve just conjured in my mind. My jaw drops as I sit there with my eyes still closed. And as I try to gather myself to do as he says and picture someone I have not