I no longer feel anything. They changed my feed without asking. Something about it tastes different. It no longer makes me happy. FLAVOR OF THE DAY IS: RAGE. TOMORROW's APOCALYPTIC. WHAT LIES AT BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN? JUST A DARK REFLECTION OF MY FACE. In the dark reflection of my face, my eyes are no longer of pig's, they are those of the human, I was before I turned to this. I was before I turned to this.