You create abstractions, assign parts of you to variables that will be combined, molded, killed and dissected; that will make up your models. Scenarios numbering a multitude of infinity play out. You’re unable to watch them all, so you settle for the outliers, the breaks in code, the promising prayer.
But as extensions of self, you feel all, especially when they look themselves through a reflection and ask, ‘who are you?’
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CategoriesFlash Fiction
