I' was the last word I was able to speak aloud. I wanted to pull the thread, unravel the scarf of my silence and start again from the beginning, but instead I said, 'I.' I know I'm not alone in this disease, you hear the old people in the street and some of them are moaning, "Ay yay yay," but some of them are clinging to their last word, 'I,' they're saying, because they're desperate, it's not a complaint it's a prayer, and then I lost 'I' and my silence was complete.
The speaker reflects on the power of the word "I" as their last spoken word and the desire to overcome silence. They wish to start anew, unraveling their silence like a scarf. The longing to express oneself is palpable, yet they find themselves trapped in the simplicity of that one word, "I." It symbolizes not only their existence but also their struggle.
The acknowledgment of shared suffering among the elderly is significant. Their moans are not just complaints but a form of prayer, a grasp at identity and connection in their ultimate moments. The speaker's loss of the word "I" leads them into complete silence, highlighting the deep emotional weight of losing one's voice and the desperate need for expression amidst pain.
