My own identity crucially depends on

my dialogical relations with others.


I am seeing myself in the eyes of the Other. With comparing my similarities and differences between “I” and “You” I can write about my identity. I am different from You and, in the same time, similar to You. I’m seeing the things what I have or I don’t have through You. So, every identity depends on the other’s identity. It is impossible to separate only one “clear” identity for itself. My words are the words of the others. How they showed me. Or how they seas me. And at the same time, how I see them.

Identity is flowing everywhere at the same time.

Identity doesn’t have borders. 

Identity is multilayered.

All these layers of identity are written and remembered in the objects around me. My memory is “printed” on every object I am using. Objects are keepers of the memory which is written by mine subjective identity. 


* I am writing from the ‘subjective identity’ point of view. I’m using the first person, singular because I can’t speak in the name of the others.


  1. Sarasija Subramanian | 10.18.2017

    There is an interesting dialogue between what you say about identity and its dependence on the other, and Ashok’s feeling of inevitable alienation in both the worlds that he has grown up in – the west and in India alike. I love how you talk of identity of ‘I’ as dependent on the other, in accordance with cultural alienation that so many feel because they have more than one ‘you’ or ‘other’ depending on their past and present. I am curious to draw a parallel, because possibly, as and when what we are dependent on changes or oscillates, our own identity becomes just as dynamic and oscillatory.

  2. Sonam Chaturvedi | 10.17.2017

    Your above lines –

    “Identity is flowing everywhere at the same time.
    Identity doesn’t have borders.
    Identity is multilayered.”

    I find it to be a poetic expression juxtaposed with the image you have used.

    It compels me to question and know more about the image, since it is so intriguing; specially the broken edge which somewhere coexists with the broken/fragmented identity formed and buried under so many layers, which you are talking about here. Can you please tell me more about the image, the objects in the shelves and the deconstructed edge within the grid?

  3. Grazia | 10.12.2017

    The quote you use at the top of your post, by Charles Taylor, a philosopher I deeply admire, makes me realise that often our search for “our own, true identity” is guided by thinking of identity in static, private terms, in our own, individual history, our roots, the influences in our life, etc. Thinking of identity in relational terms, as something that develops in relation to others, changes the perspective and it is enlightening.

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