Script

A: I like A
B: I like B
C: I like A
A: I like "C"

A: But I'd like to have a conversation.
D: Like?
A: Well, you know, like...
B: "Like, you know"?

A: Ha, I like you.
B: Ha, I'm like you.

Like: ...

Who am I?

Who am I? I am Nadeb Bajscoun. I was born in Algeria in 1813. I was drafted into World War II as a poet, but I bailed out. In my white winter parachute, I sailed the skies. I came to rest in a pique. The pique lasted forever and a day, but time wound up its operations at long last, and drifted eastward. And I was forlorn. Now I am a ghost. Light-hearted as only a ghost can be, I sing, without a soul. The silence into which all other silences flow, that is I, and a noise that awakens the world, that is I, again. Again. Circumspection... A soul.