Pink has been formed by the events of his lifeand the people who have populated it.  He has taken on the identity of all those who formed him.  The loss of his father; the watchful, paranoid eye of his mother, the structure of his teacher; the infidelity of his wife; the ignorant ardor of his fans; Pink has allowed them to shape him into the faceless, identityless mass sitting in the back seat of the limousine.  In his mind, he has been acted upon all of his life.

Until now.