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       Sometimes I cough too hard, or stand up too quickly, and slip into some other dimension of unconstrained abstraction, where nothing has an inside or outside, nothing holds still long enough to be defined against anything else.In those moments, I do not just forget who I am, where I am, or even what I am. I am vividly aware of not knowing. I question, and find no answer, and still the search continues, metaphorically moving through every room in my mind looking for the master of the house without ever asking who, exactly, is doing the searching.It makes me wonder whether identity, agency, and personhood are all just stories we tell ourselves out of fatigue... Simply because we grow tired of searching for the knower, and so, after the fact, we settle for becoming the doer.