Does being what we are not give life, or does it take life and who decides for us?
Is it chaos, insanity, entropy or creativity? Or Life generating – trying on skins – other consciousnesses.
Does it leave us confused or fascinated, afraid or courageously curious?
Does your imagination frighten you? Does mine?
Each strange pairing of things – thoughts with unknown consequences?
Do you fear you’ll lose your place in the story line?
Does it make you draw conclusions of who I am and who I am not?
Whether the mirror I hold is one you want to look within?
Whether or not you want to try on my skin?