Identity (n.) is something we seek by every means and shed by every means, as a burden or a disguise.
Identity (n.) has never existed; it is something we play-act, and we exhaust ourselves feeding that ghost of a representation.
Identity (n.) in the plural cancels itself out in general indifference once no general equivalent is left to rank identities.
Identity (n.) once redoubled ends as a pure extrapolation of itself, a special effect that veers toward cloning.
Identity (n.) is a dream that ends in indifference: strip away every mark of it and what is left is nothing.
Identity (n.) today is found by rejection, by expelling the other rather than by relating to him.
Identity (n.) is complete only while we sleep, drift in the unconscious, or lie dead; awake, the self is always scattered.