I’m looking at your signature and thinking how funny it is that all the letters run together, a tangle of loops and swirls and sharp points that would be illegible if I didn’t already know whose name I was looking at. Funny because I read somewhere that a person’s favorite word is always his own name, and because I know from experience that a person’s signature is always the laziest version of his name, that most beloved of words, truncated and scribbled out with as much effort as you would use to wave away an unwanted person. Funny because we always apply the least amount if care to the things that mean the most, you and I.