It was so late but I couldn't sleep.

I know I'm in the middle of telling you about the stalls in the restroom I went to during my interview with the man who claimed to be a doctor, but there's other stuff going on.

Last night, I got out of bed and wrote this down: two people were missing at supper, Joseph and Kelly, and they were replaced by people who looked exactly like them. I was calm outwardly, but inside I was profoundly disturbed. Was it appropriate to acknowledge the switch? Would I want someone to acknowledge it to the person who filled in for me, if I were the one replaced?

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One of the things that's come up, with the man who's supposed to be a doctor:

I know it's just a model, but I'm trying hard to understand why this feels so familiar.

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A little light comes in, but not much

Maybe I have mentioned Joseph to you, but I don't believe I've told you much about him. The main thing that you should know is that he's new, and he's very tired, and he mostly rests. He's an entropist, and, as such, he says, he's particularly interested in what's going on here. I find myself at odds with him when he does talk. For the first time in a long time, it seems like things are actually coming together.

Every day I tell the man who claims to be a doctor about the people I have lunch with, and their dreams, not because I want to, but because he asks, and I am trying to demonstrate that I am cooperative--that if I go, I will not show up on their radar again.

Still, in telling him, I am beginning to understand certain things, and maybe I will tell you about those. It is important to me that you know that I trust you.

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