Matters of the Grey MatterHe swam right there the whole time as he waded his feet in the dirtiness of a brainwashed grey matter. I guess he wanted to be there. I dunno.All the while, he kicked, splashed and smiled without saying a word. Every single motion exerted broke up the trash inside. At one point, the trash got so heavy, along with my chains. It began to sink in and scrape the walls.I could've sworn I was losing it.Then the gears at the bottom began to grind and pound.I may be broken, but not destroyed. To get an egg's contents, one must break the shell. Even diamonds need pressure before they can shine. At that point, my brain felt too heavy for my hea