Sometimes, on the rare occasion I get a chance, I sit and ponder what it means to be me. Who am I?
I try removing all of the qualities and characteristics I perceive about myself to see if I can think of myself as still me without them. Most of the time, I can. I can’t, however, think of myself without my love of art. Something about it informs me about who I might be as a living being on this drifting globe we call Earth.
