I forgot what I looked like, that is one view. Who the hell are you! Is another. And what are you doing wearing my shirt? The image is the same, but the context has changed. Mostly it is the eyes, the same blue, with who knows what looking out.
I do have a problem with processing images. faces, they change. Voice is more consistant, so if they say hello I can usually place them. I met a woman, ran into her again, this time she was wearing heels, so I did not know her, so she stood there for a while, then she spoke, and she was mad.
I remember who I was, but I am not that person anymore. It starts over everytime I sleep. I am today.
Same me, same memories, yesterday is like a ten year old passport photo, it was me, but today is new.