"Weird Signals" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Subject: Weird Signals - re: watching a japanese movie
Date: May 21st 2014
What was that shot?
"Ah, yes... my apprehensions about the effects the mask might have on you internally."
Please don't exaggerate.
"Does it feel like a thin pane of glass is shattering inside?"
I don't feel the mask is really a part of me yet.
"No feeling of fresh air rushing in through an open window?"
I feel trapped inside a hothouse.
"You'll feel better soon. Once your used to the mask you'll be a new man. One with no records, no past. A mind invisible to the world."
I am me!
That pill? That shot? What were they?
"Are they taking effect?"
I'm feeling numb.
"One was a narcotic, the other a sedative. I was afraid your resistance to the mask would wrinkle it unevenly. Relax. Laugh. Whistle. Yield to the mask. Accept it."
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