stories & thought processes.
The clanging of metal bars and ship crane creaks was unusually a sort of music to him. He sat on the bench of his office and stared.
At the nothingness.
Do you know who I am?
I believe this theme “Do you know who I am?” is a sincere question of questioned-identity. It is one thing to not know who one is but to be so lost to a certain extent that one has to ask around for his/her own identity…