“The Specter That I Am” is an incomplete view of my life in the city, at the university and within art; that is, a series of fragmented events that say very little about what happened, but allow me to draw a picture of what I am and will be. We cannot know if what we remember as true happened exactly as the mental images retell it. We make versions and these can be misrepresentations. Whenever we report something that happened to us we do it differently, we add or remove elements. Human beings have the condition and ability to make up stories with our own existence. If it is impossible to tell an entirely truthful story, it is not bad to rejoice with the possibility that each of us can elaborate their own adaptation of the events.