" 'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, 'I — I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'
'What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain yourself!'
'I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, 'because I'm not myself, you see.' "
-Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis CarrollI do not know who I am. I only know the experiences that have conspired to take up a this form. A form of ragged disposition and a longing gaze. I am the boy in the door way. I am the street sweeper. I am the fresh turned grave. I am the rising and the setting sun.