The potatoes

Date: 7/15/2018

I find myself in a room. There are neither doors nor windows, but the walls emit a bluish light. In the very center of the room there is a table with a jar filled with potatoes. I move towards the table and pick up one of the potatoes. Looking closely, I notice that there are sentences engraved, s8me are right, some are wrong. I sort them out and throw the wrong ones away.