One no one and one hundred thousand

When his wife casually remarks that he has a right-tipped nose Vitangelo Moscarda loses his reality and realises that for others I was not what until now privately I had imagined myself to be and that as a result his identity is evanescent based solely on the shifting perceptions of those around him. As a result he is both no one or without a self and one hundred thousand or the theatre of many selves. Moscarda careens from one catastrophe to the next in his irrational quest for an identity free of the expectations of others and manages to discover freedom even as he is labelled as insane.