XXI.

How much time spent looking for the person(s) we were because we cannot remember how we became what we are. Sitting suddenly upright in the bed, frantically staring at the mirror; unable to recognize the stranger wrapped in the sheets. The past entices us because it is untouchable and thus eternal. We use the past to give us the answers that we think we need. But where in this arabesque of passing faces are we supposed to recognize ourselves? These masks are already used, worn out, thrown away...they have nothing to do with us anymore.