I need to read more. 

I'm in doubt about the authenticity of my impetus. Fantasy is not enough.
Unless it is all I have. Is it all I have?
Is it all I am?
Is it enough?

Here, in these little texts, without a name. Without fame, without asking
anyone to accept me, it is enough. It is enough to be my identity. I might be
afraid of appropriating a voice without any right to do so. Or I might be 
undermining the voice of a "real" person by expecting ...