Epigraph…

Close the curtains
Switch on the shadow
Promote you until the light disappears
They ask me
Who I think I am
Who I thought I was
Who I could become
Sitting in a room
Full of shadows becoming still life
Anticipating
Shadow life
Imagined time
They ask me
Who I think I am
Who I thought I was
Who I could become
Become a construct of time and time
Become a construct of time and time
Become a construct of time and time
Who I thought I was