Waffles and guns

Who are you?

The words in your head or the voice in your mouth? The ticked off checkbox in this weeks questionnaire, or the wish behind the answer? Is who you think you ought to be something separate from who you are - if so, which one should be giving the answers, which one is more real? Do you believe you have a self, a legendary apple core, or are you given to the suspicion that you’re merely an onion - behind this layer, there’s just another one?

Your initial reaction should be a simple enough matter, but how easy is it to record? Do you even catch a glimpse of it? Is there another hand in there armed with erasers and waterproof markers, leaving no trace of the raw smudged-pencil feeling? Is this hand yours too, as much as the first and the third?

How many bits of you can you count, and how distorted are the mirrors at the back? How many answers are you allowed to give? If you are X, how many values can you calculate?-

One, two or zero?

“Maybe he lied about his name to impress me - do I look like I’d rather fall for an Odin than an Ali?”
“I don’t know”, he said. “But I know the mountain is all you’ll ever fall for.”