Everyone tells stories. Humanity tells itself stories about itself and its place through science, history, philosophy, etc. When these stories are completed we can say with some conviction ‘these are facts’. But what about the stories we as individuals tell ourselves to interpret our reality and our place? Are these stories completable? When we examine our private stories do we find facts? Or do Identities emerge by the recognition of a process which mediates between stories, always fluctuating due to our own fallibility and proximity to the subject?