“If I can’t be like you, then who am I to be? AM I ME? An existential pugilist in a digital age pursuing anonymity. Watching. Silently. Where I end and you begin is the vital point of attrition. The locus at which it ceases to be theater and becomes veritable pugilism. As others will become more like me, I am becoming X, more difficult to quantify as an entity. A product of life imitating sequences of numbers, and numbers rendering a transmogrified identity.

I am the synapse that fires with bad intentions when you are standing just within reach, a mXXX in a mask perpetually emulating, until I am something greater than the sum of our meager parts. You and I are but ichi.”

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