The story reminds me of something my grandfather told me when I was young. He used to shave with a straight razor because, "a straight razor will last you forev

The story reminds me of something my grandfather told me when I was young. He used to shave with a straight razor because, "a straight razor will last you forever, I've only had to change the blade once and the handle twice." That might have been the first time I recognized identity as a construct, though it wasn't until much later that I began to think of "things", including people, as constantly changing.