Looking at the photographs which were taken of that
   person who I am
who I call… Myself
I see an identifiable person: Me.
I was and I am
each yesterday; every now.
How have I changed: which visages gone,
Which remain?
Do I see
The same person I am, now?
Who was; who now?
Where will the next place be?
How will I get there?
How will I know
I have arrived?
What lost
Given up, gained
…what cost?
…benefit?
Aphorism from chapter in Next Places
