Imagine to Remember

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There are parts of me that are hidden even to me, it is as though I am not one but many different “selfs” and the truest iteration of me, of anyone, is not the sum of my parts, but is entirely whole and is not made up of varying parts or selfs. I often feel that all that I am is a combination of my different selfs all loosely held together by a thread of continuity, this thread however is not made up of the same substance as the shifting selfs, it is a part of something else entirely, something more distilled, more essential.

Even when I am alone I must maintain appearances, constantly performing for my other selfs or making sure that certain selfs are never made known to other selfs, I am my own spectator, spy, judge and silent watcher overall my other selves. We are not yet reconciled my selfs and I but we are no longer at war, and that is a blessing, we are in a sort of stalemate, waiting for what comes next. ⁣