The Performance of Madness
The clinic was a masterpiece of minimalism: white walls, white floors, white silence. I, Felix, sat in the center of the room, wearing a white linen suit that matched the void around me. I was a professor of sociology, or so I told Dr. Aris. I had arrived here after a "nervous breakdown," a term the doctors used to describe the moment I realized that the social structures I had spent my life...
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