Back to the Lab Again
Back to the Lab Again I’ve been to the lab so many times that it has started to feel like home. In the twelve years I’ve been coming, not much has changed. This time, the buzzer was out of commission at the back entrance—the door used by the test subjects. Ushered in by a woman wearing maroon scrubs, I took in the smell of gauze, the room’s sterile palette of beige and gray, scrubs in every color. There was a certain warmth associated with this facility, even if the temperature always hovered...