Please forgive me!
My dear friends, I apologize profusely for neglecting you the past few days! Romeo and I, while certainly not friends, are civil to one another, and cordial at least. Whenever I see him, however, he always looks rather sad–though perhaps I am just imagining it.
But, readers, the reason why I’ve been so busy and have not posted lately is because I’ve been doing some research of my own. Since Romeo, and all of you, seem to think that we are from a different world entirely from this one, I assumed there would be no harm in attempting to do some research.. So, with the help of Margaret, I entered the college library to conduct some research, assuming that what I would be able to find would be, at best, limited.
O readers, how wrong I was! After an hour or so spent drudging through the
library, I saw something quite peculiar, and it made me quite uneasy. I thought
perhaps I should share it with you all.
I was browsing the library, and stumbled upon their classic literature section
which was, admittedly, quite grand. I can’t quite explain why, but I felt pulled to
it, as though some inner force was driving me. And, somehow, I found myself
standing in front of a section dedicated to solely one man’s work—William
Shakespeare. The name sounded vaguely familiar, as though he was a very
distant cousin. And, my readers, perhaps you shan’t believe this, but—I found a
book with my name on it. Not just mine, but Romeo’s as well! So I opened the book.
The pages were completely white. No, words, nothing–just blankness.
So, I continued to look–in the library, in bookstores, all over town. I daresay every copy of the book that I was able to get my hands on was completely blank. I am wondering if, perhaps, this is not a coincidence at all.