8:89) Dirk Flinthart 26-JAN-98 6:27
Sometimes I can't remember who I'm supposed to be. Sometimes there's nobody around to remember for me. Forgetting is like letting go. It's like the comfort of the carousel, as the ever-familiar unfolds infinitely in front of you, becoming strange and new again with each turn of the wheel. Who am I tonight? Who will I be tonight? Who will give me a name?
Listen... I think I can hear them now.