The tinfoil hat incident
📝 I’m sitting in the subway driving home from work. Half sleeping and worn out from a day in the office. When a haggard-looking man sits down opposite me. His clothes are old and worn. It takes a moment until I realize that his mind is blank. I don’t receive any thoughts at all from him.
The door
📝 The door at the end of the corridor has been calling me since I started working at this office. Nobody is ever going through this door. And nobody knows where it leads. I seem to be the only one caring about this door.