More thinking outloud here, but how much do we know ourselves.
What happens when we are left alone, will we discover new things about ourselves? Will we fracture, and become something wholly new or different?
If I was to travel forward in time, would I recognise myself, or if I was to go back?
Tonight I will dream but not of you
scrubbing mildew from the cavernous tile
revealing a mosaic
myself stretched and split
into a thousand little pieces
I will have not...
Faking it reminds me of a couple documentary films--Orson Wells' "F is for Fake," as well as "Catfish," "Exit Through the Gift Shop," and "I'm Still Here." These documentaries...