Who I Am?
At the Science Museum I see a sign that says, who am I? The words bounce around as if in a pinball machine. I let myself say 'what a strange thing for a sign to ask it self'; the thought is captured and not pursued. The blank blue space becomes a place to meditate, time slips by, or do I slip by time? Staring for a while can sometimes unclutter the words, the thoughts. The moment becomes still; fear, guilt, unhappiness become just words again. I say to myself who I am as another undecisive moment passes by.