in the morning i tell myself: enjoy the opportunity for reinvention, if nothing else; it isn't a changed thing i'm looking to make of myself, but something purer; something more fundamentally, essentially me. in this world where everything is as strange to me as i am to it, the opportunity presents itself for me to strip away all the pretentions, all the facades i'd constructed around myself through all the years of proximity to a single culture, a single way of life. all this time, whatever i did, wherever i found myself i'd always been, at heart, entirely alien; here, where the phrase takes on a more literal significance, i suppose i should take it as my chance to find out exactly why that is, what, who exactly this 'me' at the heart of it all is.
i only hope that when i find that stranger, he'll be the same one you've come to love.
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