The eye of the ancient crocodile looks out at the world, indifferent, dispassionate, disinterested. There is nothing new or surprising, he's seen it all before. Besides, his only interest is self-interest.
I am the other Naomi Wallace, though I do write poetry, and I once wrote a play. I was 11, it was called "The Catalyst" and it was about my Granddad and a group of Students. We performed it in the classroom and it was such a success we had to do it again immediately after. In fact the audiance wanted us to do it again, but I left them wanting more. It was the explosions at the end that did it, I suspect.
Anyway, I never achieved such success in my life again, it has been down hill all the way. As ever, I oeaked too soon.
I no longer know why I am here or what it is all about.
I am quite healthy, though.