A quick apology to anyone who has seen or may yet see their face here (if I was able to get even close to likeness or dare to make the attempt sometime soon), and had their true initials shifted to other letters of the alphabet — it was a small, transparent fiction I could make: a mark of care, I hoped. But as someone who felt a strange separation from my own name for a long time (is that me? am I just my name?), I realized immediately in doing it how important our own names are to other people, and how attached I was to your actual names, even to just your true initials. You’re not just your name, but sometimes that’s all others have of you. You know who you are. Again: you are beautiful, always.