* The “I” that I encounter when I am alone I walk alone down the hill, snow everywhere, blinding I close my eyes I feel weighted, like stones in my pocket, I almost stop and never continue walking again I experience totalizing inertia The “I” that is the desire-ing subject that I sometimes feel as if I am merely observing The “I” that is full of desire Desire for something that can never come to me Desire pulls me forward Identity is not about what I am, it’s about what I want What I don’t want The “I” that approximates most closely the benchmark of authenticity The “I” that I claim to be the real “I”