Anonymous
January 8, 2026 at 10:30:29 PM
Maybe there were never others. Only shifts I didn’t recognize. A feeling dulls, a reaction sharpens, and I call it someone else if I don’t respond the same way.
If my sense of right bends, then I assume I’ve changed into something new, but what if nothing changed at all? What if the self just…slides?
I feel distant, then hostile, then empty.
and each time I say to myself that I am not myself. Yet they all are me. I am still here.
Watching myself move.