oh, i'm haunted
The white desk stands there. The desk stands for nothing. Nor does any of the paraphernalia on top of it. Forever there, without any anima. Unless Raymond chooses to give it.
He does.
Raymond becomes a hybrid of himself, half human, half digital. He once cheered the fact of not being analog anymore. Now, he dreads it. But the door is unlocked and the white hallway is too. Forever there, without any anima. Unless Raymond chooses to give it.
He doesn't.
So, finally, he stands up for nothing. Like all the things around him. Like all his colleagues. In a deep sigh, Raymond asks himself what would bring him the true happiness he was so eager to find. He sits with the question. He turns it over. And slowly he figures happiness wasn't the objective at all.
Then what is left for Raymond?
What would satisfy Raymond's will to stand for something?
What would satisfy Raymond's will to make a difference?
What would satisfy Raymond's will to be remembered?
What would satisfy Raymond's will to disappear?
What would satisfy Raymond's will to die?
What would satisfy Raymond's will to destroy?
What would satisfy Raymond's will to kill?
Look. A new e-mail.