Ayreen Anastas
Each time we narrate a “self”, an image occurs, each line brings out a new feature. Where did “I” learn this craft? Moreover, is the emerging image supposed to please an unknown public? to please, attract, inspire, disseminate or fascinate? An equally parallel image of two eyes emerging staring at a screen, jumping from one description to another.
Will this image of a “self” be used repeatedly as an objective or a true “self”? Or will this image come back to the “self” in the form of a you? An age traced and retraced each time with different color, tone and temperature. 
And when the hand speaks to itself: “As long as my fingers in this world can move, I would rather erase than draw an image that is drawn to make me believe of being one self.” The hand is right to come to such a conclusion, a hand is not, should not only be understood by its common definition, but rather by what it can do. Think of the hand of Eve picking up an apple versus the hand of Rosa Luksemburg in prison writing versus the hand of Emma Kunz holding a Pendulum. 
And now at the crossroad of writing and typing to make sure that what comes out is remotely resembling what may be called a biography.