graveyards š¦¢
this isn't the first time.
a bit of a timeline, more for my future reference than anything: šŖ¦ from š -> šŖ¦ + š => š¦¢ which, in many ways, is different. many ways, the same. many faces. sometimes i feel a bit more segmented then i should, but i never fall apart anymore. i feel a bit like my neural network pulses together like the delayed movements of the witness from destiny 2, or something. it's just more intense than the joking comparisons i used to make - not in a kin way, duh, just this simple comparison of function. the human mind is an interesting thing, who am i to judge mine own subject?
anyway, this isn't the first time. we identified another one. there's no need to go into detail, it's not my business. but it feels strange every time. will this fusion be the last? will they be unidentifiable? will the spaces and bonds made be permanently shifted because of the sudden adjustments of our mind? i hate it. i love to be unidentifiable, myself, but i think i, as an entity, hate to lose control, i hate the unpredictability.
i feel like i should apologize to people who know me, and expect a particular self. i feel like i should hide, but i so wish to express myself, to feel comfort in my identity as i explore what defines me as me? here is a portrait i paint, world! and the world glances on silently, in understanding.
hmm. i added a contact today. i don't know if it exactly matters, as the only traffic i'll get here is from random URL hopping. but it's here nonetheless.