[2.0] The lost art of communication

[unwinding_key]

Someone told me that dying changes very little about a person and I am inclined to agree. This entire place is rather like a memory I cannot quite pick up upon, just out of reach. Which, I am told, is rather common here. Considering that we cannot remember our own names, our stations, our pasts.

So tell me, dear residents: is my hand writing familiar to any of you? If so, I would like to meet in person with several of you. If that is acceptable. I have already been introduced to several, I know, and I wish to extend my thanks.

If it is not, then welcome. I am Alekhine. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.