My lunch expired. Everything expires in here. It’s fine though I can just tell myself it makes me a better worker. Builds that thing called character I’ve heard people talk about. Possessing character would make me a more desirable human to swallow as a whole. I don’t dare ask the doctor why I can’t catch character. She only brings bad news. So long as I stay as ignorant as possible I feel I can live forever. Maybe not working here. This isn’t my dream job. They want it to be our dream job. I don’t think it is. But they know best so maybe it is. This was the path chosen for me. Here. Inside a giant worm.