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 images we have created
of ourselves
and . . . ourselves?
but just who is that , “ourselves “ ?

We live in the cities.
The 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
Images above all

Change faster and faster