He looks in the mirror but he sees not himself, he sees the man inside him, the one he struggles to hide, the one that he denies, he sees himself but he knows not who he is. He is a ‘Stranger’.
In search of identity, in search of truth. We often ask ourselves who we are. We think we know but we know not. Our curiosity leads us down an unwinding path of self discovery.
Stripped down to the bone and still searching for our identity. Who are we? where did we come from? why are we here.
Who is black and who is white and all the inbetweens? Why is racial classification so deep rooted in society.
If we all strip off the flesh that clothes our bones, then are we all not the same. Then who does that make us?