Who are you and why and how? There isn’t a soul on this earth who knows who I am or how I came to be me. It’s amazing how you can spend decades living with other humans, touching them, letting them touch you, some quite intimately and they’ve still no clue who you really are, nor do they care to know. That’s fascinating to me and, in a way, profoundly sad. But maybe it doesn’t really matter if anyone ever knows us. It’s best if we just try to know ourselves.
Writer and Artist
