I look around at other people and notice that they are solid in a way that I am not. They think and talk and laugh in distinct ways. Compared to them I feel like a cardboard cut-out, a piece of gauze in the shape of a human, blowing in the wind, changing colour all the time depending on the strength of the light. My personality is cobbled together from all kinds of bits and pieces stolen from those around me. I try on the pieces like articles of clothing. When I get tired of one I try another, sometimes almost in the same moment.