A question of identity
Created | Updated Mar 30, 2002
All my life I have wandered. Amongst dreams, and then between people. The only place I feel eloquent is where I feel the miles speed under my feet. The strongest sense of freedom I have ever felt was on the road. I realise these days that part of the fascination is anonymity.
I settled in an urban landscape. This fed my voyeurism and I fell into that mirror called technology, where I started to find my voice. Easy hedonism allowed night wanderings and tribal connections, I found my family dribbling on the dance floor.
Everything changes.
My people make me who I am. They are where I am from.