Dear Wigleaf,

This guy I'd met on the streets of Amsterdam the other day asked me if I knew who I was in my past lives. Plural. Before I could say anything, he broke into this monologue about life in general, life with a capital L, mind you, complaining nonstop that "we people" have no regard for the natural world anymore, that "didn't we know" everything on this planet has an expiration date, that everyone harbors more than one side to them, that we're everything and nothing at once, all connected to each other in circles and circles and circles, yada yada yada.

When I asked him back what he'd already asked me (if he had any idea "who" he was in his previous life), he told me that he might very well be a dead planet himself. Or a television. Or a honeybee. Ha! Now, how about that? I still remember my mother calling me a Little Bee when I was little. I always found it confusing, given how she was the blonde one. Don't get me wrong, I know every bee has its dark side too, what with all those stripes and blemishes. God knows I'm a bit like that myself, so maybe the guy was right all along. But still.

I totally lost my train of thought here, but maybe that's the whole point of starting something. Who (or what) do you think you were, before all this? Do you maybe think you were someone you'd be proud of today?

Greeting from the slushy Amsterdam,

Sarp