Honestly I think the title is horrifically pretentious, which is the point, so I suppose I succeeded there.
I am Euripedes, the reincarnation of the somewhat famous Greek playwright and all around humorist. I’ve been dead for many centuries, so I’m still getting used to how this whole “being alive” thing works again.
Fortunately I am inexplicably literate in English.
You know what the weirdest thing is about coming back to life? BREATHING.
Seriously, you have no idea how much effort and energy it takes to breathe until you just stop doing it. Sometimes I forget and stop, and then I nearly pass out, and then I remember, and then I’m all “seriously Euripedes, L2breathe nub”, and then I start breathing again and it kinda hurts cause I hadn’t taken a breath in like three minutes.