You live wherever you live,
you do whatever work you do,
you talk however you talk,
you eat whatever you eat,
you wear whatever clothes you wear,
you look at whatever images you see…

YOU’RE LIVING HOWEVER YOU CAN.
YOU ARE WHOEVER YOU ARE.

“Identity”…
of a person,
of a thing,
of a place.

“Identity”…
The word itself gives me shivers.
It rings of calm, comfort, contentedness.
What is it identity ?
To know where you belong ?
To know your self worth ?
To know who you are ?
How do you recognize identity ?

We are creating an image of ourselves,
we are attempting to resemble this image…
Is that what we call identity ?

The accord
between the image we have creating
of ourselves
and…ourselves ?
Just who is that, “ourselves” ?

We live in cities.
Cities live in us…
time passes.
We move from one city to another,
from one country to another;

We change languages,
we change habits,
we change opinions,
we change clothes,
we change everything.
Everything changes. And fast.