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"The whole truth is that I leave all my lives behind, one imposter after another slipping away, a disappearing self, working my way, I keep thinking, to the real me." This sentence feels like the core of this beautiful essay, to me. We catch sight of you then you slip away from view and re-emerge in a different guise. The whole piece is a slow half-reveal of a transforming self (or sense of self). I found it really engaging. And I don't why, maybe it's the 1970s South America/Caribbean thing, but I felt an air of a Graham Greene story in this. Anyway, I loved it.

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Really enjoyed this. Brought back some memories of when I walked away from a past life, and another, in search of? I do not know. But I found myself here reading your essay. Who? Knew?

Another past Pretender weighing in.

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So, extraordinary -- as are you. (Restacked)

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Bravo, Jay. I enjoyed both the content and the artistry of this piece of memoir.

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