It is me, the 156th iteration of me.
Man: bones and Logos version 2.0 B.
I am a double slit experiment,
made of both particles and waves
Pass through undetected,
or reality is decided.
I woke today anew
from a thousand different paths.
The wave collapses to a point.
I have the suspicion that I am new;
that my past is unauthentic.
I am but a string of pearls, discontinuous moments,
the space between Love and memories.
I am me: The 156th iteration of me.
How strange it is to wake up on a Sunday…