or, he has been found, but survived and put on the furs of animals that he killd and ate and grew inside of their dens and ice caves. i think he is polish.

i don't know. maybe it is not him. i will ask.

are you him?
no.

so you see it is very easy to make mistake-
wait. who are you looking for?
i am looking for the boy from my dream, night before last, who dove under an ice shelf.
ohh. i might be him then. i was a boy, once.
are you still a boy?
in some ways, yes. i still experience a certain pliancy of self.
are you the very one i meant when i asked "are you him?"
how should i know! i can't remember being anyone but myself, now.
don't you have childhood memories? like of diving under ice shelves, shark infested waters, arctic lights?
i have no possessions.
you have clothes.
these belong to the animals i took them from.
you are wearing them, though. those animals died when you killed them.
how do you know that i killed them?
i wrote you.
then you already know your answer! you know who i am- who i was. if i was. was i?
yes.
now you are this:

thank you.