Self

Sometimes it’s easy to lose yourself.  There’s a lot going on inside and out, and it’s hard to keep it all straight.  It’s hard to define it.  When I struggle with identity, I attempt to draw myself back into that which I feel makes me who I am.  Or who I want to be, anyway.  Lately, I’ve been reading Proust.  I got my bike today and I rode around for about 45 minutes.  I rode backwards in a complete circle about twice.  I also just watched The Life Aquatic.  These things aren’t me.  But they help.

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