While cleaning up at the morgue it struck me how much I miss the smell of formalin and bleach. Sure when used together it can create chlorine gas, fomic acid, hydrochloric acid fumes, chlorine oxides and possibly other hazardous by-products of chemical interaction, such as BCME (bis-chloromethyl ether), a very dangerous, neurotoxic gas. In other words, a very toxic witches brew of many hazardous chemicals... but it smells like the mortuary. I think I kind of miss working there.
Sure, TDC thinks ripping apart bodies and playing with them is hilarious. It's great fun. Hell, I can actually say I have really good coworkers at the morgue because we mess around and go out and they know me for who I am. How often am I going to get that in life? I've spent my whole life as a shadow creature creating a human persona.
Yet I crave the cleanliness and order that the mortuary brought. I miss creating my deranged art. I like tearing bodies down, but I am used to turning them into something beautiful. Something worth seeing. Something better than they were before they died.
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