it isn’t often that you come across someone
with the fear of capital letters, but when you
do, better expect him to cover his ears when you
describe yourself without the finesse
of distancing yourself from your ‘self’.
no word in this language is more definite
in its capitalisation and without any synonym
than the ‘i’, which he tries to avoid as much
whenever a word has at least an ‘i’, he writes
the character as a semi-colon,
the strong column below the dot, a bastard
of the capitalised:
he refers to himself
rejecting proposals of love as if he were another being,
hiding behind the veneer of the third-person—
a silhouette of his own identity.