[“Being named or seeing oneself given one’s proper name is something like being invaded by sadness.” – Jacques Derrida]
I have a name; many names. Handles, the others think, by which they can lift and move me, like a pan onto the stove. But all of these names, I refuse. No name names me. Even the names I tell myself I am.
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