February 7, 1999: Hello…my name is
Who are they, they who appear in your dreams? The faces you never recognize; you bump on dance floors, talks in coffee shops, laugh while slowly walking by. This morning, I found myself arguing… Cameo appearances of a passer by. Have we met? I hear their words, my words, the directors and scriptwriters—Hollywood films of undiscovered stars, union workers in search of one day appearing on a poster of their own. Who are they? They who stop to visit—walk on extras cast to entertain. They are men and women without nametags. The children arrive to play. The voices encourage. Death like it actually happened. Cameo appearances of a passer by.