William Blake:
Nobody? Em, shouldn’t you be with your own tribe or something?

Nobody:
My blood is mixed. My mother was Ungampe Pakani. My father is Absoluka. This mixture was not respected. As a small boy, I was often left to myself. So I spent many months stalking the old people – to prove I would soon become a good hunter.
One day finally, my arch relatives took pity on me, and a young elk gave his life to me. With only my knife I took his life. As I was preparing to cut the meat, white men came upon me. They were English soldiers. I covered with my knife. But they hit me onto the head with a rifle.
All went black. My spirit seemed to leave me.
I was then taken East – in a cage. I was taken to Toronto, then Philadelphia, and then to New York. And each time I arrived in another city, somehow the white men had moved. All their people – they were ahead of me! Each new city contained the same white people as the last. And I could not understand how a whole city of people could be moved so quickly.
Eventually, I was taken on a ship. I crossed the Great Sea over to England. I was paraded before them like a captured animal, an exhibit. And so I mimiced them, immitating their ways – hoping that they might lose interest in this young savage. But their interest only grew.
I was copying them. So they placed me into the white man’s schools. It was there that I discovered in a book the words that you, William Blake, had written. They are powerful words, and they spoke to me.
Then I made careful plans, and I eventually escaped. Once again, I crossed the Great Ocean. I saw many sad things as I made my way back to the lands of my people.
Once they realized who I was, the stories of my adventures angered them! They called me a liar! Exebeche – »He who talks loud saying nothing«! They ridiculed me, my own people!
I was left to wander the earth alone. I am Nobody.

(Jim Jarmusch, »Dead Man«)