A creative written work on my identity-less state

Excuse me, sir, you’d have to forgive me—I can give you a name, but it would be fake, for I know not who I am!

You see, I know not my form, my character. I know not my soul…

So tell me, sir—yes, YOU tell me—who am I, and what do you see? Do you see a man, a woman, an enby? Do you see a philosopher, a scientist, an artist? Do you see anything at all? Any hint? Any recognition of what might there be behind the mask that is my face?

Anything?