This started as an assignment for a class but I decided instead to use it as a kind of forum. I'm playing a caricature of myself and my friends who dread graduating and who question the classes they take. The one thing I walked away from this experience with was the knowledge that I have a really large nose. I don't mean to seem misanthropic or miserable (though I have been terribly ill lately) but I just want to pose questions that I don't have answers to. The point of the piece is that kids who go to Emerson often wind up in two places. Either kids are ready to go to LA and join the workforce, or they're much less sure of themselves and don't know where to go. I'm in the latter camp and this is essentially my thinking out loud about my future and the future of everyone who doesn't have their life together. It's not an attack and it probably comes off as more petulant and irritating than I meant it to but this is a louder version of what goes on in my head every day, some of it made literal in maybe too obvious a fashion. I apologize if some of it is incomprehensible.