CJ was considering (but in the end isn’t) living in the substance-free dorm at college. I know what it means — it means you can’t drink or smoke weed in your room. But I like the name. The substance-free dorm! Where everything exists only in the realm of forms, you dematerialize at the door and float ethereally into the concept of a bunkbed, your roommate the idea of a roommate, your home a desire to have a home.