I decided to have no name. I'm feeling like no one anyway. I will wear nothing but a blanket and when asked what my name is, I shall drop the blanket, for - my name will be laughter.
I will be forced to record my name when it first bursts forth in a spur of the moment gut reaction from whosoever is the first victim to see my unclad body. That recording will need to be copied and pasted into documents where my name goes. When a cop asks me my name, I will have to play back the laughter from my christening. If I run for office and survive, my people will address me with thier laughter.
Books and poems and songs will revolve around my full life and when I am at last, passed away. My name will be laughed out for years to come.
