The Essay I Had To Read Was

Mouth Guard. And I Think We'll Start You In Goal." Goal Sounded Like A Special Job. I Didn't Want A Special Job, Unless That Special Job Involved Sitting On The Side Under A Pile Of Blankets.

Sometimes Artist Like To Catch Themselves Looking Out, Let The World See Them For Once. It's A Signature. This One Is A Very Bold One. But This Is Also A Witnessing. We Want To Remember, And We Want To Be Remembered. That's Why We Paint.

I Could Pretend, At Least, And If I Pretended Long Enough, Maybe I Could Make It Into A Reality.

I'm Keith," He Said, "and You're . . . Clearly Mad, But What's Your Name?

What Tinfoil?" He Asked.