I nestle myself here in this corner of the internet because there's no place like home. A place to sink into the comfort of my own universe. Here I am the creator-God and observer-God and God-King of the shit inside me, digital manifest. You are a visitor, some kind of cyber traveller tumbling your way through my garden. Take shelter if you need to. The world is an overwhelming place, I know.
But please understand this place has nothing to do with you. You shouldn't be here, but your presence overwrites my desire to be alone so pass by gently and I'll respect that you respect me.
Realistically, I don't want to be discovered. At least not as the soft shelled human we all are. Look, I see myself as a wisp of smoke trailing above you all. I don't mean any harm but harm comes to me in unexpected ways.
I keep my life split in two so I can move freely in either half knowing the consequences of being singular won't touch me. I don't want to be a glass human. I don't want everyone to trace my behaviour down to my final shred of dignity. 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 if you consider the immense pressure to be a rolemodel at the same time that you are showing the world a picture of your down bare cooch for moola.
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 here fast-paced, fast-decaying, end-stage society. So do me a favour and guard my secrets. That vault is so not empty. You won't find coochie moola in there but by now you best assume im the type of person who shrouds where I've been When You Don't See Me, and even what I ate last night and this morning... . ... . .. . . . . .
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