Who are you?

[L'absent]

Truly knowing yourself? Sure, it's possible—if you have a passion for total unraveling. We're a miserable collage of other people's opinions, distorted memories, and fantasies we tell ourselves to make existence slightly less unbearable. The person we think we are doesn't exist; it's just a poorly stitched shadow, a joke played by entropy. The person we truly are? Probably the one others see when we yawn or make an embarrassing mistake. In the end, the only time we're truly authentic is when everything falls apart—and even then, we're probably acting.