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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.