"Come and look at the ground," shouted Elsie.

"Come and look at the ground," shouted Elsie. A small crowd was gathering around her, some bending, some crouching. Someone dragged a grey wheelie bin over, opened it & jumped in

. An army of grayish silkworms were slowly crawling out of a hole. As soon as their full body reached the top, they would turn into butterflies. The crowd was mesmerized, but for E

E CUMMINGS IT WAS A DISASTER. THE SPECTACLE OF BLAND SILKWORMS TRANSFORMING INTO BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLIES SHOCKED HIS DELICATE BRAIN AND HE BEGAN USING CAPITAL LETTERS EXCLUSIVELY IN

HIS BRAIN'S ATTEMPT TO CATCH UP ON YEARS AND BOOKS SPENT REFUSING TO HIT THE SHIFT KEY. E. E. CUMMINGS HAD COMMUNICATED LIKE AN EMO HIPSTER FROM A TIME HE WAS VERY YOUNG WHEN THE

TYPEWRITER WAS INVENTED AND SO HE HAD FELT COMPELLED TO WRITE IN UPPERCASE ALL OF THE TIME LIKE HE WAS SHOUTING AT THE WORLD FROM THE BACK OF AN INFINITE SENTENCE JUST LIKE HIS

JUST LIKE HIS MOTHER TAUGHT HIM TO (HER CHILDHOOD DOG WAS KILLED BY A LOWER-CASE LETTER & CONSEQUENTLY SHE HAD A LOT OF CAPS-LOCK-RELATED ANGER ISSUES) BUT THIS WOULD BE THE DAY HE

CONVINCED HER TO SHIFT HER AFFECTIONS TO A LOWERCASE CHARACTER. HE LINE FED HER A STRING OF abc's BUT SAID SHE NEEDED SPACE. HER HEAVY CARRIAGE SHIFTED

A TAB in his direction because he was thirsty. He was her key lover. Despite extensive dental work, she slashed any doubts that if they kissed there would be CAPS LOCK.

Then the whole plan SHIFTed. She decided she wanted a do-over BACKSPACE BACKSPACE BACKSPACE. She wanted to ENTER into a physical relationship. Then she went HOME and waited.

She got quite bored and decided to EXPLORE the INTERNET. She found herself trapped in a pixelated hourglass, never to return from the infinite void.