For the only self that looks like oneself and is not oneself, that can be remembered or “known again” by others, is a part of the self which has been lost or denied in time, a part of the self with which one no longer identifies.
“
| — |
Barbra Freedman This is a lovely description of the frustration that I (and I’m sure most) feel when I go home and run into people I went to high school with. Except she’s actually talking about Shakespeare. |
