A friend asked me recently: What do you respond when somebody asks 'who are you?' and, since nobody had asked me before, I struggled to answer. I am all sorts of things: A child, a sibling, a lover, a reader. I've been an Alcoholic, a Plaything and a Marionette. God only knows what I will be; an Academic? a Pareiah? a Martyr? Will I rise up to injustice when it could mean my life? Will I be blessed to find even one that I can understand, that understands me? If I had to give a definitive answer, I would say 'nothing' for from nothing I came and to nothing I'll return.