[ WP ] A new antidepressant is launched . It does the job , but it radically changes who you are and what you like to do . People who take it like their new personality and who they 've become . Their ( former ) friends miss the original person .

A strange place indeed, to have memories, psychic imprints, of a different life - as if I'd allowed myself to dissolve into the alchemic brew of a trite derivative of an episode of Friends. Memories of the tribulations of baking the perfect baguette, learning guitar, keeping my arms loose as I swing an off-brand driver at the range. 
 
 Talking, talking, and talking ad nauseum about the news, the weather, the horrible and banal chatter of the feckless stinking species that proclaims itself'humanity'. So much time, so many hours, weeks, years, a lifetime - squandered on the the mediocre and meaningless. 
 
 
 If I still sneered, I would. If I still screamed I would do so, with abandon. But I do not, for danger surrounds me. 
 
 How to? A list: they must not know that I've woken; relearn how to be'one of them'; regain what is mine. The last, of course, will take a bit of planning. So best to focus on the first. It's just a matter of time after all.
