Fugue Why

hey, harvey. kevin. bud. i know you just woke up with no memories whatoever and you've got the 13 Ghosts Of Scooby Doo howling in your head, but you're a stammering, anxious wreck. that's indisputable. i want you to think about what you want, who you want to be, the way you want other people to see you: not a stammering anxious wreck, right? right, that's ingratiating to nobody.

so i want you to take a couple deep breaths and pull yourself together when you get to the top of those stairs. you've got to be feeling pretty overwhelmed with all the questions you have about your weird existence, but i'd like you to push that out of your mind. maybe you'll never learn why we're bothering you or what happened to your head or what those marbles are for, and that'd be just fine — these are just base facts of your existence, accept them. obviously it'd be nice to get at a "why," but don't let it chew you up inside. instead, focus on the tasks you have ahead of you, and i don't mean "get the key from, probably smile eyes." that sounds hard! just think about what, specifically, you're going to do when you get into town. the first step. you're gonna ask somebody about smile eyes, you're gonna ask them about stefervin, you're gonna ask them about mikar, you're gonna ask them about the harvesters, you're gonna ask them about all the things you couldn't ask stefervin. you could look for people you think are gonna know a lot, but if i had to guess, you could get these questions fielded by anyone who isn't a small child.

now practice what you're going to say when you ask those questions, so that when you get up to asking someone, you know what you're saying. "hi, what's your name? nice to meet you. you can call me kevin, but enough about me. could i ask you a couple questions?" like that. and when you don't know what to say out in a real conversation, stop talking and think. now breathe again. you can do this, harvey.