´The ´I Word

For me, the Ϩword is identity.  It is the crux of my thesis which I am trying to have a rest from, but it is everywhere, in everything, and also often seems hollow and a bit of a wank.  However, travelling has seen me drift from my usual identifiers.  Not having language to speak with many people means that I am not as connected to, not talking about, who I amñ where I liveñ what I do.  So in a way the ´I´ is gone, but still looking for attention, recognition, understanding.  But the I can also watch other Í´s in their own embedded habitus.  Or maybe we are all floating, sometimes, in some ways.

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