⛧ about me?

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.

in this meaningless void of a reality, i am known as ἀνωνυμία. that is, in all honesty, all you need to know about who i am.

wonderful, isn't it? i get to choose the details i reveal about myself,
and you are left with the (mostly) intended impression of the person i portray myself to be.

i am female, european, and not neurotypical in the slightest.

Our friends, how seldom visited, how little known — it is true; and yet, when I meet an unknown person,
and try to break off, here at this table, what I call “my life”, it is not one life that I look back upon;
I am not one person; I am many people; I do not altogether know who I am — Jinny, Susan, Neville, Rhoda,
or Louis; or how to distinguish my life from theirs.

there is, for the most part, nothing to me; nothing to relate to, nothing to care about.

go back.