All I have done all day is look at stock photos of business people (we're updating some company brochures), and this task is probably going to take up the rest of the day as well. My head is stuffed to the point of stupefaction with a blizzard of images of smiling, racially diverse people. Tonight, in my dreams, I'll be pursued by crowds of neatly dressed, blandly attractive models wearing headsets that plug into nothing. They will wield empty prop manila folders and briefcases like weapons, and chase me through unnaturally tidy office spaces that have too many windows.