Tuesday, October 1, 2019

I: Freed From EAT

I do not know who I am.

For years, if you asked me who I am, I would've said that I was EAT, that I was a vessel for the same consciousness that flows through the water-that-is-not-water in which I drowned. For years before that, I would've told you I was Alexis. But I am not EAT anymore- I have not been EAT since Seattle ended, back in September- and it has been so long since I was Alexis that to call myself that feels deeply wrong.

Call me Kosta. It does not feel right, necessarily, but it works as well as any other placeholder.

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