I nestle myself here in this corner of the internet, where I am the creator-God and observer-God and God-King of a world, digital manifest. You are a visitor, some kind of cyber traveller tumbling your way through my garden.
Please understand this place has nothing to do with you but your presence still overwrites my desire for obscurity.
Realistically, I don't wish to be discovered as the soft shelled human we all are. I feel more like a wisp of smoke trailing above. I don't mean any harm, nor seek to be harmed.
I keep my life split in two so I can move freely in either half. I don't want to be a glass human. I don't wish that everyone could trace every expression of mine. I envy people who have the chance to be faceless with a name, or nameless with a face. This isn't so uncommon these days, since we all feel the strain of hyperconnectivity.
It's a fluke to assume I could be nameless or faceless for very long, by the way. I'm privy to the temporary nature of this fast-paced, fast-decaying end-stage society. So do me a favour and guard my secrets. This vault is not empty, my creations are gifts to the world, but by now you best assume im still the type of person who'd rather peer from behind the gloom.. . .. . . . . .
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