CECIL G. PALMER (TIME IS NOT REAL)
Gosh, I never know what to write in these things. I'm a journalist. I'm a broadcaster. But those are just titles. They offer vague suggestions only. Nothing concrete. Nothing that strikes at anything essential, though I--of course--take my job very seriously. As is mandated, as was prophesied, etc.
But who am I, really? Who are you? There's no way to know. I can only make educated guesses. About me, about you. Identity is tricky; malleable and mostly a lie. We are what we're told to be, or we are what we're told not to be, or--if we're truthful--we're nothing much at all.
Anyway, if you've got a place that actually serves decent tacos, let's talk. Remember: if you're not hallucinating, it's not authentic.