All the I-s we cannot see

Dedicated to identity, Rimbaud, and the clairvoyance of the Halloween costume

Challenging the notion of a single, unified self, Rimbaud writes “Je est un autre,” (I is another). But to me, this implies a separation between the manifold facets of self, a rupture in the delicate fabric of our being, rather than a fluid communion of identities. Perhaps it makes more sense to say “I is every other,” instead.

So, I went to a Halloween …