Everyday my soul is sucked out of my body through a cavity in my chest. A cimmerian pit, ever widening, with gripping hands tearing everything away. The requisite comportment this place demands twists me into something less than human. I fear that I’ll slowly become more and more like them. And maybe that’s the goal? To remake us all in their image. Systematically assimilated. Stripped and stymied. Resigned to getting by with just enough.