Difference between revisions of "Michaelstuart\zeitgeist"
| Line 7: | Line 7: | ||
|layout={{Box\center}}; {{Border|set|1|solid|#B8B8B8}} {{Font|set|16|black|Tahoma}} {{MultiBox\layout\lightShadow}} | |layout={{Box\center}}; {{Border|set|1|solid|#B8B8B8}} {{Font|set|16|black|Tahoma}} {{MultiBox\layout\lightShadow}} | ||
|inner= | |inner= | ||
| + | ---- | ||
i live without an identity. Standing outside of time looking into a world where people speak in a language that is not my own. A ghost: i reach out to touch i pass through you unnoticed. | i live without an identity. Standing outside of time looking into a world where people speak in a language that is not my own. A ghost: i reach out to touch i pass through you unnoticed. | ||
| − | + | ---- | |
| + | {{Box|{{Box\center}}|[[file:Deadman1.jpg|center]] }} | ||
| + | ---- | ||
Sometimes i struggle to remember my own name and i look to pieces of paper i seem to carry for this purpose alone. i find myself comparing these pictures to my face in the mirror. How can i be sure this is really me? The only photo of me is the one i carry to remind me of who i am. But in truth i am starting to doubt it is authentic. i have no history nor a record of all my past thoughts, activities and friendships. What can i turn to? To remind me of who i have been? Who should i be? i rely on my memory alone but it is deceptive and so i choose not to remember. | Sometimes i struggle to remember my own name and i look to pieces of paper i seem to carry for this purpose alone. i find myself comparing these pictures to my face in the mirror. How can i be sure this is really me? The only photo of me is the one i carry to remind me of who i am. But in truth i am starting to doubt it is authentic. i have no history nor a record of all my past thoughts, activities and friendships. What can i turn to? To remind me of who i have been? Who should i be? i rely on my memory alone but it is deceptive and so i choose not to remember. | ||
| + | ---- | ||
}} | }} | ||
Revision as of 02:28, 14 November 2012
i live without an identity. Standing outside of time looking into a world where people speak in a language that is not my own. A ghost: i reach out to touch i pass through you unnoticed.
Sometimes i struggle to remember my own name and i look to pieces of paper i seem to carry for this purpose alone. i find myself comparing these pictures to my face in the mirror. How can i be sure this is really me? The only photo of me is the one i carry to remind me of who i am. But in truth i am starting to doubt it is authentic. i have no history nor a record of all my past thoughts, activities and friendships. What can i turn to? To remind me of who i have been? Who should i be? i rely on my memory alone but it is deceptive and so i choose not to remember.
