You find yourself in an endless parade of faces, each one a fleeting acquaintance, and you realize that even the most mundane tasks could be the final act of your relevance. As the day progresses, your grip on control loosens, revealing the cracks in your armor, and you wonder if anyone will remember you at all.
At a crucial meeting, your ideas are met with silence, only to be casually discussed and implemented by others, who seem to have taken them from a memo you never wrote. You leave the meeting with a hollow feeling, as if the ground beneath you has shifted.