a collection of some kind

a woman before herself in a mirror. it feels like me. it is not me.tell me about yourself.

a false memory. women blur into the seats of a moving train. i must be outside, watchjing them pass.well, i am a hard worker, a fast learner, and dedicated employee. . . um. . .

again, again, again. before the mirror. to think i've never really seen my own face.and outside of work?