“You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”
“Don’t bother calling the cops, because nobody can find me here. I know, because after all these years, I’m still trying to find myself.”
“Standing in the line at the food court, I try to be myself. But I forget how I usually stand when I'm myself.”
“I drift into the armpits of strangers, tasting their manic salt, and sleep to forget everything.”
“And once again I found myself wondering, as I drifted off to stunned and unbelieving sleep:How do these terrible things always happen to me?”
“I usually try to ignore or avoid the people I dislike, but I'm finding it increasingly difficult to ignore myself, and to avoid myself is simple impossible.”