The Institute is strange. The people at the desks tell us what to do, they want to control us and we always have to do as we're told. Some nights though, we can hide from them. Escape their eyes, their directives and their judgement. On wednesdays maybe?
We make love, art and other things that the people of The Institute do not like. In the morning when we wake up The Institute seems to be even stranger.
Morgan Malaska
