This is a post. Just messing around with cars. and bears. and cars..
Who was I? Today’s self, bewildered, yesterday’s forgotten;
tomorrow’s unpredictable.
— Jorge Luis Borges
What is the self?
Is my personhood an action or a reaction or a bruise?
Am I an agent, an object, a fiction, a victim?
What is the source of identity?
Is it a product of culture, a work of art?
How many are the tales you tell about yourself?
Or rather, what is the tale you make of yourself?