Antennas to Heaven The Bloody Tarkhovsky Film Lyrics

This b_____ Tarkhovsky Film (P. Hodgson)

We had this lecturer once who said that memory was the absolute key to identity. To who you are. That there is no innate, natural, biological you who exists constantly. But instead, you wake up every morning and you have to remember who you are. And like, you go through this process where you open your eyes and gradually you remember stuff about yourself. Not emotions or feelings but actions. And as you remember the situations you've been in - and how you reacted to those situations - then they all add up to how you behave through the course of the day. So there is no defined you as such. Just what you did yesterday. And what you did ages ago as well. All these choices are what make you do what you do. There is no self as such. Just memories of who you've been. And then he showed us this b_____ Tarkhovsky film. But what I was thinking was that you could change yourself. If that was true - you could change yourself. I mean, if you misremembered something, just one thing, on purpose, you'd be a different person. If you convinced yourself that you never said that or you never punched him, then it would be gone and you'd be different. And maybe, you'd be better. So years later I'm at work and I get this e-mail about some mundane s___e - I don't know, to do with photocopiers or something. And the person it was from had used an account other than their own. So the from at the bottom was different to the from at the top. And more than that, even though they'd actually typed my address - with my name on it - they got my name wrong. So reading this c___, from Julie or Steven and to Peter or Philip I couldn't help but think what the f___ am I doing here?