All at once, I am transferred to another part of the building. I am working in a new department now, and my superiors are all different. They have different names, and their clothes are different. But everything continues exactly as it did before. There is a different person who works beside me, but he looks just like the other did. Like everyone. Like me.

The thing that does it, that destroys all change, is that when they move me to this new department, they eliminate the position I used to hold. Therefore, there is no reason to keep my old desk where it was: it goes with me too.

As the janitors carry my desk in front of me the drawers jostle, and every time they open they tell me I should kill myself.