The Sound and Smell of Blue

this island made me lose my identity. I cannot tell exactly what it was, but most probably the combination of blue deep water, clouds reaching mountains and muezzins from the nearby mosques.

or maybe I was simply not careful enough and lost it last night watching crabs in the beach.

could be soya as well... now when I get it with every meal... Did you know, that soya makes your brain function very slow? Slower than a snail can move. And at some stage it gets so slow, that it cannot become slower. Then all the aliens point at you and give you hundreds of new names. Mostly animal names.
And then you are not able to separate between your left and right hand, but you are able to lose your identity. Without any difficulties, just with some black spots in your memory.

This is why every time I eat soya, I always think - which hand is the spoon in - left or right?

Does not sound like me?

You are right, my Friend, it was not a soya bean what took my identity away.
I gave it away.
Actually I took a big scissors and cut it off. All my identity, all my hair.
It was long and wavy. Yes, my Friend, it was.

And if you ask me why, I can answer - I do not need it here.
The sound and smell of blue make me feel balanced.

And balanced, my Friend, means when you can sit under a palm tree whole day with that smell of blue and breath. Without any feeling of guilt. Or of time.
Without any identity.