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With each cockroach I smash, I feel a little less human and a little more monster.

I feel bad for them as I crush them as they try to eat my food. I try to wash them down the drain to certain death that I'm somehow entirely detatched from... But I know that death is probably more excrutiating than the instant blow of impending doom (simple fact: a human can drown in only two inches of water... cockroaches are pretty stupid, so they can drown in a drop of water). With each crushed cockroach I become a little more cockroach myself. Every time I crush one of them, I crush myself. With each crushed cockroach it's me that I crush by my inability to understand....