Is it good for me to spill my guts to the static of the internet? Is this freedom and catharsis? Or am I further dividing the parts of myself that I can’t make fit together.
Who am I creating all these xeroxed copies of myself for? Every time I do, does the print get a little more fractured? Blurred and broken down in the process. If I look in the mirror will that static look back if I look too long?
Or should have I let this side of me get lost to time on the corrupt MySpace servers that held my first lines of CSS?