Today I went to the Pinakothek Neue. I found the following sentence.
I am imaginary.
When asked who you are what would you reply? A name? A student? A teacher? A mother, father, sister or brother? Once these extensions and labels of ones self are removed, what is left?
Are we just pawns imagined up by society, told we are important individuals creating a whole, being told where our next move should be. Who are we once these roles are taken away from us?
Are we imaginary? I am imaginary.
Madison Brookes-Allen
#overtired
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