After writing that last post about waking up not knowing who I am I recalled another time, I think it was a different time, I was in the Castaway motel with Renee in Nanaimo and I woke up in the night terrified crying I don't know who I am! Renee was in turn scared, like I had turned into a stranger in the night. So all this is about language and identity and how we create a self with words, translated from somewhere else we have been, and are at night, a place we translate from, and to, a place we ultimately are going. Not a place, a place beyond this body, this place we are now, trying to translate ourselves, an essence we live lifetimes trying to comprehend, always just beyond our reach, while the reaching is life.