in the last day or so it occurs to me that i is the result of obsession and the undoing of that obsession is the undoing of the i and the undoing of the obsession is implicit in the obsession itself. straightening the forks and knives for instance always makes a mockery of the straight and introduces always a skewedness to what would be perfectly aligned without the singular absurdity of the wanting to align.
sometimes i see there is nothing to what i am saying.
there is though a straightness to the point of perversity to the point of contesting any conception of straightness at all. and i don't mean or at least i don't think i mean simply the "sickness" of obsession rather that straight itself is perverse in its own insistence. its singularity as straightness.
i am singular and perversely not anything like an i. take that, levinas.