Regarding ELLE: I am not ELLE. She is not ELLE. I am ELLE. She is ELLE. Elle’s over here, ELLE’s over there. ELLE’s in the air, shake your derriere. ELLE is: many things, many people, many mysteries wrapped in enigmas wrapped in breakfast tacos. ELLE is not: a specific humanoid, a dog with floppy ears, a place (like Morocco or Kentucky), an animal, mineral, or vegetable; a specific time/place continuum, a significant spot on the blip of the universe.
When the word “I” is employed, you do not know who is writing.
Do not believe the hype, the photos, the words. You are wrong.
We are not one. We are many. And we are not powerful.
Deep is as Deep does.