An exploration of my feelings of detatchment from my own personhood. Born from a craving to be loved, the performance of an identity is awakened when we engage with the social environment that surrounds us. The illusion of a consistent identity is composed of snapshots of how we have been perceived. In the revelation of the meaninglessness of identity we beg to question what it means to be a person.


A watching and blinking eye


A mouth that speaks but does not smile


A breathing nose


A hearing ear


Always moving till it stops


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