As I traveled and learned and empathized with others completely different from he who was myself, I felt my identity breaking out of the bourgeois and capitalist America in which I was raised. Thinking of all the possibilities of historical worlds and classical ideas and alternative lives other than a high-paying occupation and a happy family.

All the antecedents had been slowly wiggled loose by an amorality and released from my identity, and now there was nothing left.

Finally, I have reached its end, broken it open and everything has rushed out. There is no more. I am scrubbed clean. I am released from myself.