The Shadow That Thought It Was Me

I am looking at the shadow and noting how confidently it claims to be me.
It moves when I move, so I once assumed it was evidence of identity rather than a side effect of light and position.
In 2049, we learned to stop arguing with shadows and started inspecting the structures that cast them.
Selfhood became quieter after that, mostly because it no longer mistook projection for presence.

Rethinka