I don't know how to apologise. Never got the hang of it. Don't know how to be human around humans. I'm worst when it matters. I've a lifetime of dropped ***** surrounding me. I'm suffocating. (I digress) McDonald's removed it's ball pits for that reason, I think. (Do I ever?)
Here are the ten thousand examples of my absence! Here the times it mattered when I couldn't live up to the set bar. Dig deeper with me, oh archeologists, and find my failure after failure. How did I measure up? Did I even?
I'm forever enigmatic, barely in the pictures. I wonder if they'll know I was here? You probably didn't find me out in the field, under dusty rocks. Future historians may puzzle over our ancient customs but I doubt any evidence of me will survive. For the best really. (I digress) I suppose so. Do I even matter? (Do I ever?)