Identity

My old enemy

Is that me I see? Let me peruse this face.

No it can’t be. Reset the scene, correct the template.

Neither of me.

But a vague remembrance. It’s not me, but is it a part of me.

There it is, I’m sure of it. But where is…

Connection

No, no no no no nononononono this isn’t me. Definition isn’t made up of sights and sounds

Judge a book by its cover

My face is there, but I am not

Who Am I? I am nothing without us.

A giant game of Jenga, and each piece is provided by someone that you’ve met. And it’s always being moved and replaced and new blocks are added, and some are taken away. That’s who I am

That’s better