Do you know who I am? I want to ask my first boyfriend. I want to ask my best friend from childhood. I want to ask my parents, my teachers, my students, my coworkers, the man on the subway who sneakily stole glances at me. What am I in all those different eyes? What can be made of the mixture of impressions? Would it be me?
Do you know who I am? If you know, can you tell me?