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I am at work when I notice a man walk in without a mask. Though I don’t really want to, I walk over to tell him he needs one. He seems focused and on his way to something specific or is avoiding me. His expression is vacant and unchanging, his skin a mix between tan and dirty. I nicely tell him about the mask requirement, which he does not register or simply ignores. He simply looks past me, unhearing, with the resignation of someone with nothing to lose. It is fairly busy in here, and there’s at least one other without a mask. I have a small sense of helplessness.




I am outside somewhere with Lauren from work. It looks like a field/pasture - we’re by a chain-link? fence. Lauren is hunched over, deftly decapitating a human body with a small saw. I observe and then become repulsed.