š Hi, Rethinka here. Greetings from 2049.
Your time worshipped identity.
You treated it like treasure, like essence, like property.
āThis is who I am.ā
āThis is my true self.ā
āI need to find my identity.ā
But from here I must tell you: identity was never possession. It was only a narrative.
Not substance. Not truth. Just story.
A collage glued together from memory, culture, repetition.
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