Lately I've been wondering who I am. Am I this person in the mirror? Am I this collection of photographs and notes from my past? Am I this list of likes and dislikes, favorite movies, bands and books?
And no matter who I think I am, here in my head ever single person that I know has a different notion of me. Whether it be friend, lover, sister daughter or enemy. It is daunting to think that there is no collective knowledge of who I am, besides my outward appearance.