Surfing the net I find this question peering at me from a banner lodged in one corner. It seems like a pretty probing question to ask a person while they surf hotornot.com. Unable to answer immediately I find the question reverbates through my mind over the next few days.
Who am I?
It has become so easy to identify yourself by looking at what you own. I think about the junk in my room, strewn across the floor, lying stagnant and unloved in dark drawers and hidden nooks.
I hope that I am not defined by these things.
