Born Nowhere

A tale about a human with no identity

Angelina Der Arakelian
Jun 18 · 4 min read
Photo by Harry cao on Unsplash

Hello. My name is… I don’t know. No, I mean, for real. I don’t know what my name is. It’s not that I got into some terrible, memory-wiping accident that prevents me from remembering my identity. At least not one that I can recall. If that were the case, I’d have woken up in a hospital, surrounded by individuals mourning my potential death.