The Absurdity of the Sphere
Ward 7 of the Bellevue Psychiatric Hospital was a place where time went to die. The walls were a shade of white that felt aggressive, and the air smelled of industrial bleach and old sweat. In the center of the ward lived Professor X. To the nurses, he was a "high-functioning schizophrenic" with a penchant for drawing circles on the floor. To the other patients, he was a sort of unofficial...
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