When do you know who is who ?

Sometimes I think, that I know something about someone, then I don’t. I know that the word is there, but then its like I know, that this all will change. Other places fascinate me. I end up playing, and learning so much about different places that I almost could feel like I have lived in a studio, down the street. Next location ……… The feeling of opportunity, has passed on. It will be back.