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natasha nakamura's diary
"To be human is not to know one's self. The "I" that we confidently broadcast to the world is a fiction, a jerry-built container for the volatile unconscious elements that divide and confound us."--from a review in The New Yorker of a new play by Michael Frayn.
Exactly! The word "I" suggests a single, immutable entity. But I am a different person every day and I glory in this because it means I am alive. Certainly I am different on a rainy day and a sunny day. Most people are, in fact, but it frightens them so they don't like to admit it.
Who is the real "I"? you just have to make yourself up as you go along.