you live wherever you live,

you do whatever work you do,

you talk however you talk,

you eat whatever you eat,

you wear whatever clothes you wear,

you look at whatever images you see...

you're living however you can

you are whoever you are

"identity"

of a person

of a thing

of a place

"identity"

the word itself gives me shivers.

it rings of calm, comfort, contentedness.

what is it, identity?

to know where you belong?

to know your self worth?

to know who you are?

how do you recognize identity?

we are creating an image of ourselves

we are attempting to resemble this image...

is that what we call identity?

the accord

between the image we have created of ourselves and "ourselves"?

we live in the cities,

the cities live in us...

time passes.

we move from one city to another,

from one country to another

we change languages,

we change habits,

we change opinions,

we change clothes,

we change everything,

everything changes and fast

- wim wenders