I have always noticed in high school yearbooks the similarity of all the graduate write-ups-how, after only a few pages, the identities of all the unsullied young faces blur, how one person melts into another and another: At what point in our lives do we stop blurring? When do we become crisp individuals? What must we do in order to end these fuzzy identities-to clarify just who it is we really are?
( Douglas Coupland )
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