Day 21

Matthew

I think this place is getting to me. I’m starting to feel slow. Is everyone really moving and thinking faster than me? Why do I feel like I’m slurring my words? Staggering? I have a need to wander the halls aimlessly. And, I dunno, but when I look in the mirror, I seem to have changed. I’m not getting old, per se, but ugly. Come to think of it, everyone here is ugly in some regard. And slow moving. And speech-slurring. They kind of lurch about the place. Sometimes the only discernable words they utter are “brains,” followed closely by “profits,” “costs,” and something called “teamwork.” What is this strange vocabulary? Why does everyone wear gray and seem to move in tandem? Shall I join them? I feel myself getting weak…