Ghostly Identity
what if i wake up tomorow and don't remember who i am, my friend?
would i eagerly want to snap the pieces back in place? would i panic/rejoice and start a new life?
either way, i would never be the same. memories that bring me strength/joy/sadness/regret would all be lost. a million moments recorded on a rusty record player. these moments all add up to my identity. my smile, my body language, my walk. all gone, when these moments leave me.
somedays i want to think we are all connected. all fueled/molded in a similar fashion, by our memories. multi-dimensional animals milling about, seeking purpose. most of the time, we turn from the fact that we know our doom. yet still fuck around with our lives anyway. and some of us even pretend a god in the sky will save us in the end.
i must confess. i like to make up new identities for myself. today, i was being hunted by top government agents. i am a rogue agent with vital information. my cover is a mild-mannered bank teller. tomorrow a dock worker/car salesman/cruise ship chef. today, i am in maryland. but tomorrow i am in chicago/denver/mexico city/thailand. i am invisible. they stretch out their resourceful net and just when they catch my scent i am gone. no trace. a ghost.
goodnight friend, and remember...
i was never here.
would i eagerly want to snap the pieces back in place? would i panic/rejoice and start a new life?
either way, i would never be the same. memories that bring me strength/joy/sadness/regret would all be lost. a million moments recorded on a rusty record player. these moments all add up to my identity. my smile, my body language, my walk. all gone, when these moments leave me.
somedays i want to think we are all connected. all fueled/molded in a similar fashion, by our memories. multi-dimensional animals milling about, seeking purpose. most of the time, we turn from the fact that we know our doom. yet still fuck around with our lives anyway. and some of us even pretend a god in the sky will save us in the end.
i must confess. i like to make up new identities for myself. today, i was being hunted by top government agents. i am a rogue agent with vital information. my cover is a mild-mannered bank teller. tomorrow a dock worker/car salesman/cruise ship chef. today, i am in maryland. but tomorrow i am in chicago/denver/mexico city/thailand. i am invisible. they stretch out their resourceful net and just when they catch my scent i am gone. no trace. a ghost.
goodnight friend, and remember...
i was never here.