It has become rather difficult to write an introduction because I don't know who I am.
Nelson asked us what our Paris was. All I wrote down was, "This is the third day of class. How am I supposed to know what my Paris is? This is only my eighteenth year of life. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT PARIS IS?
Start over.
Prompt.
Command. Commence. Compose. Composite. Commute. Compute.
Correlate.
Too late.
Compress. Repress. Depress.
Breathe.
You told me to breathe.
Start over.
Prompt. Impromptu.
Command. Obey.
Obligate. Relate. Communicate. Isolate.
Disconcert. Discomfort. Lonely. Lovely.
Lovely?
More like Lonely.
Anything else you would like to say?
This is an introduction.
This is a brief alignment of thoughts.
This is how I don't have much to say.
This is how you must have kissed the other girl.
This is "For the love."
This is for sadness.
This is my anonymity.
This is Nemo's turn.
This is a thought process written down.
