SECRET LETTER FROM STANLEY'S COWORKER!!!!!!

[Soniflare]

I was in the employee lounge, annoying the Narrator, when I found a letter on the floor next to one of the chairs. Some of it I can't make heads or tails of, but this is what I could read of it:

EDIT: I found the texture in the game's files, so now I can make out the rest of what it says:


Journal of Extended Exposure to Lounge
Day 41

What is it about this place? The weeks I've
spent here, they feel like mere seconds. Seconds,
by extension, feel so short they might as well not exist.

It is the nature of this room, its essence. It calls
to me, tugs at my soul, stirs in me a desire for something
I've never known, never dared to. I want to put it into
words, to share this feeling with others, but where would
I even begin? It's less of a feeling and more of
an understanding, a knowing, a believing. Truth. With
a capital T.

Would I say the lounge has spoken to me? Yes, but in
a cryptic tongue, created specifically for the very
communication. Sacred in its purpose, then discarded as soon
as it's used, never to be spoken again. A single moment
of clarity, of connection between man and room, then
shut forever. A memory. Or perhaps not a memory, but
an insight into the past. The past that never
happened.



Also I'm hungry



I don't know if this letter is important or not to The Stanley Parable.

[c.r.m.]

https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=188127727

Here's an image I found of the note in question.

[Soniflare]

thx, that is actually much clearer than the screenshot I have. :)
maybe I can now figure out the rest of what it says.

[Soniflare]

thx, that helped alot.

[Student of Ink]

Very interesting...I've never seen this before.

Sounds like it's describing the nature of the game to me. The "speaks to me" part alludes to the narrator, and the connections or epiphany, from "man to man" seems to be about trying to come to better understanding of the world in which TSP takes place.

Also, I'm hungry. It could also have been something the Narrator left behind, a leftover bit of writing for the stories he can or wants to tell.

[Soniflare]

Maybe there's also something more to the other papers lying around...