we are all impressionists in some way. people around us things around us make us what we are. a sudden stimulus may dissolve my being into something totally new unrecognisable. i alone will carry the knowledge of my past. of my origin and identity. between the two states does there come a microsecond when i'm nothing? do i see one me leave and another enter. is that audience anything does it have a being? if the people in one act carry on your role to another, what of me who drops them behind?
its when the basics stare at u, that u reveal whats within.
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