...that we can be eclectic beings without so much as a single identity. i like
the though of being non-defined. i have no language. i have no sense of self.
i want to be that crisp black board that the eraser has just touched...over and over again.. drawing out as many possiblities of thought...of sight. why should there be a confinement to the mind..why should there be a confinement to who i am. i need no identity.

who am i... who am i..