Have you ever taken your shirt off and just look yourself in the mirror, and just seriously look at yourself? That naked truth about yourself? And ask that one question about yourself? Are you who you think you are, whoever you are?
I did. And variants of the same answer pops by every time, to the point I don't even recognise the root anymore.
Someone said I'm hardly ever serious; conversations with me were usually silly. How to be serious when you're void and consistently being scanned like a barcode in everything we do in life? Assessment and judgment past every corner of the streets, behind every chaotic facade of the buildings, above all lazy sewers that pump the very honesty in dirt, spelled in stench.
Have you ever taken your shirt off and just look yourself in the mirror, and just seriously look at yourself? That naked truth about yourself? And ask that one question about yourself? Are you who you think you are, whoever you are?
