For me, the Ï¨word 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.