H

I don't know who I am, or what I am.

Maybe I am nothing, or at least nothing to be distinguished from the background.

Even the concept of nothing escapes nothingness when we force it into a subject.

Some people would advocate finding your true self, but why not deconstructing, even destroying it?

I don't believe in the word 'I', although *I* don't know how to escape from the constructs that language enforces.

I prefer I to be a number, or at least the cross section of a common beam, which, if squeezed and turned, becomes H.

A cross section. A fallen I. Maybe this is what H am.