Leaving self

Who am I? At times, things we do, the way we react, surprise us. Was it really me? As if there was someone else inside us. As if we were a pack of beings, a bunch of personalities. We tend to identify with the most pronounced of them, but definitely there are other voices too. Harari called it being a "dividuum", contrary to "individuum" we wanted to believe we are. Through a trans-like dance photographed in the long exposure mode I happened to see these ghost-like "others" in "me". Scary and intriguing.