Outside In
"You cannot see me from where I look at myself"
Lorenzo Fusi

The foreigner has no self. Barely an empty confidence, valueless, which focuses her possibilities of being constantly other, according to others' wishes and to circumstances. I do what they want me to, but it is not 'me'. 'Me' is elsewhere, 'me' belongs to no one. 'Me' does not belong to 'me'. Does 'me' exist?