““Not sonnets, Naskar Sonnets (2883) I repeat, it's not sonnets, it's Naskar Sonnets, don't try to fit them into your puny, whitewashed, backward eurocentric customs and conventions - you're welcome to keep your little legends, but don't go comparing your lampposts with the sun! I'm not superior to your aristocratic literature, I'm just from a different dimension altogether, a civilized dimension, a non-xenophobic dimension, a non-misogynist dimension, a non-settler, non-privileged, non-primate dimension - a dimension where I write as I live, I live as I write, instead of being a saint on paper, while a sicko in life. I don't write to earn your approval or trust, I write to shortcircuit your jungle customs - it's you who has to stand the Naskar Test, not the other way around. If you could finish even half of what I've written, you'd either hate me enough to kill, or you'd be so massive a human that everywhere you look you'd find your own reflection, wearing different skin and different clothes.””
