after I wrote these stories then I set them aside for a while.
when I picked them up again why I was shocked to find that they were all about me.
there was no one else there.
no wonder I felt so alone! I was alone. I was nowhere.

who else is where?
what more do you need to know?
why do you want to here?
where am I there?
why do you care?
who are you anyhow?
where else is what?
who is never number how?
why else? where? when?