Flowers For Algernon

You know those days in which you can’t sleep at all? It’s 7am right now, and I’m still awake. I’ve given up on sleep though, I’ve been reading Flowers For Algernon, and there’s this one paragraph I really like, so I thought I’d share it. Might as well, right? What else is there to do a 7am.

Nothing definite yet. I move in a silence of clear white light. Everything around me is waiting. I dream of being alone on the top of a mountain, surveying the land around me, greens and yellows—and the sun directly above, pressing my shadow into a tight ball around my legs. As the sun drops into the afternoon sky, the shadow undrapes itself and stretches out toward the horizon, long and thin, and far behind me… 

I want to say here again what I’ve already said to Dr. Strauss. No one is in any way to blame for what has happened. This experiment was carefully prepared, extensively tested on animals, and statistically validated. When they decided to use me as the first human test, they were reasonably certain that there was no physical danger involved. There was no way to foresee the psychological pitfalls. I don’t want anyone to suffer because of what happens to me. The only question now is: How much can I hang on to?

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