Somethings prevail, even when I do not wish them, into my personality. Somethings prevail, even as I never wish them, into my personhood. I feel lost in myself–who am I? why am I?–hiding in myself–where do I go? where do I belong–looking for myself… I find no self.
“This is not new. No selves are chosen. No selves are self crafted. No one is here supernaturally–there are no high reasons. Only you,” I tell myself, “Only you.”
Images
- Christmas Carol
- Summertime Day
- Laying by the Door
- Bathroom Portrait