a commuter. a coworker. a pedestrian. a customer.
a writer. a dog owner. a carrot juice drinker. a friend.
when you are many things to many people, it’s easy to get lost along the crowded streets of Persona. where the sound of your name becomes nonsensical; your own reflection an abstraction.
but when i am alone, and if i can calm a noisy brain — for a precious little while, i get to be absolutely nothing.