I (May)

Dear National Security Agency, good morning! Have you ever noticed how lonely I is? Lonely as O, more so as O is a zero. Squillions of them, showing up just how human are humans. Line up those near infinite permutations of I and O and you could almost finalise an I. Our individual politics, religion, work, play, friends, frenemies. It must get lonely, National Security Agency, your sly drool at the slide rule of the selected I. Wednesday turns to Thursday, May to June, the week’s almost over, and the year, yet your investigation of everyone’s sincerity never ends. Sincerely…