Shadows of Ourselves

As a child I used to have nightmarish dreams of never being able to outrun colourful figures that were chasing me. I would awake with a start when the figures completely overwhelmed me.

Watching people’s shadows reminded me of this dream and the feelings of dread I felt. Contemplation of these featureless figures devoid of expression makes me question if they are an accurate reflection of our personae, or are they another part of ourselves? They may mimic our actions but are they really dispassionate, non-expressive beings who do not belong to us? Perhaps an ‘other self’, that disturbingly, we are not aware of?

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