Your life becomes a game of "Who Am I?" or behaviometrics, and not a fun one at that. Identifying people of your present, past and making feeble attempts to pardon your own mess of this foolish coming future.
If I've learned one thing, and this about myself, trust no one's name. Mine has been changed. Court records sealed. But we cling to names. We want to call you someone consistently. In this way, you belong to me. Consistently. Always. Forever. I have made you mine. Today. Tomorrow. Yesterday.
Backwards.
Forwards.
Again.
And yes, more.
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