This 'Who am I?' a question worth answering. I feel I am the formless concentrate of tragedies histories religions loves hates of countless peoples continents times. That is why I speak to you: I must demonstrate my imposing formlessness. This 'I' is insufficient because as I speak I often forget if I am speaking of myself or my forefathers or yours or ghosts of massacred millions or the newborns or the stillborns. I forget who I am. The only thing I remember is that I must speak and speak such that you listen. Sometimes I even forget that -- so slippery is the slope of not knowing who one is. No, that question is unanswerable. I will speak what I have to and when I am done you are free to associate a form to me. Choose the time of my birth; choose a name; choose a religion for me. Bury me; cremate me; behead me; mutilate me : whichever suits your god king state principles. I am the maggot of rotten past; I am the seedling of a delicate present; I am the fertile delta of tomorrow's possibilities.

Is it that I imagine all this? All the same. I am the arousal of moist imagination let loose on the parched soil of reality.

Oh, I am lost. I get lost in words. I have a habit of speaking too much.

I demand so much of ear, they have cut my own and put them in my hands so that I can hold them closer to my mouth, at the very source of all noise I make. I do not know how to make music.