assignment raze the assignment is due at midnight. there are three toll-free numbers to call in case of an emergency. they all look like hieroglyphs to me. i've stolen someone else's seat without meaning to and moved to the front of the class. i'm the last holdout in a sea of students who were finished before i walked through the door. whatever words i might have called on to carry me through are lost in the morass of this moment. all i can do is paint my way out of the mess i've made. i blend my oils until i'm staring at a medley of cryptic colours: an abstract self-portrait with faded flesh tones buried beneath swirls of green and blue. this will have to do. 250625 what's it to you? who go blather from