Even the office feels different. One day there’s a commotion in the large open space where the policy team works. I run over from my desk and see a woman convulsing on the floor. She’s foaming at the mouth and her face is bleeding. She must’ve hit something when she fell from her desk. And she’s being completely ignored. She’s surrounded by desks and people at computers and no one’s helping her. Everyone types busily on their keyboards, pretending nothing is happening. She’s spasming violently, bringing her dangerously close to mobile filing drawers with sharp metal edges.
