For a little while, I thought that I did not exist.
I had lost my birth certificate and my sociel security card and my voting registrating and all the receipts I got for any paycheck I ever got and all my school information. And for the longest time I wondered...did I, then, not exist? I mean to say, without a social security number, no birth certificate, would America admit that I was even here?
The state of mind made me think about myself a great deal. How would I really feel if America would not admit that I existed? It felt odd, this state of mind that this homeland country had no connection to me, and I none to it. None to anything. Paper, words, lists, are important for our social reality. Not being on this paper, in these lists, would make one, I think, more real, almost. A less metaphysical, and thusly more tangible blot in space-time.
Jason Bourne, for instance, has no social security number.
Fortunately, I found all my information. I exist again.
2 comments:
No you don't, you're an illusion of yourself. You don't even exist in your own mind.
Really? Okay, yeah. That explains quite a bit.
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