“Ah, a question of identity. Who would you be if you didn’t know who you are? How do you put a name to your soul? Your essential spirit?”

“Don’t look at me, my parents named me Cameron after some actor they liked.”

“Exactly. You’ve been assigned an identity since birth. Then you spend the rest of your life walking around in it to see if it really fits. You try on all these different selves and abandon just as many. But really, it’s about dismantling all that false armor, getting down to what’s real.”

“And what’s that?”

“I don’t know,” he says, sounding weary.