I walked along the massive buildings, just trying to exist. My name is unimportant; my sorrow more so. I didn’t want to run into any other people, they didn’t have their strange looks. I didn’t want to know what the others are thinking, either.

To say that I’m having difficulty adjusting to this new reality is an understatement. One day, we all woke up and our thoughts were being displayed over our heads. The media can’t explain it, although there are plenty of conspiracy theories running over time period some thought it is something religious; others convinced it is the work of aliens. The reasons are honestly useless to me. I just want to exist in peace, and do the things I’m supposed to do.

It was a dreary autumn day, it had been raining on and off. People were walking around with their umbrellas, with random phrases above their heads. Over their umbrellas, there were phrases and statements such as “Pick up cat food” or “Text Eric and tell him to go to hell”. I didn’t know what I was displaying, but I didn’t really care. All I needed was to go to the Social Security office for an appointment.

A man approached me. His thought was dollar signs. He said...