I’m an Assemblage

I’m an assemblage of
stereotypes, of
false beliefs, ideologies,
and memes.

Lines and lines of
code are carved
on the walls of
my mind.

The codes keep rewriting themselves,
but the traces of
the first lines of
code
never fully fade.

For a long time, my goal was
to rid myself of
everything that isn’t me
to see what remained.

The plan was to rebuild from
scratch, from
nothingness, or from
whatever remained when
everything that isn’t me was removed from
me.

I understand now
that,
when everything that isn’t me is removed,
what remains isn’t me.
What remains is traces,
the residues of what was.

The Good Man

“I’m a good man,” he said. “You can measure my goodness by counting the number of people who believe that they have deceived me or have taken advantage of me. The reality, however, is the contrary. I am the one who has deceived them and taken advantage of them by being a good man.”

“I’m a good man,” he continued. “But that doesn’t mean I’m a weak or cowardly man. My kindness is often perceived as naivety, I know. When people ask for my help, I help them. When people charge more for their services, I pay them. When people want to use me as a scapegoat, I let them. And I know what it looks like to you. It looks like I’m helping the lazy do what he ought to be doing, paying the thief extra for ripping me off, and sacrificing myself for people who do not care about me. To you, it looks like they are taking advantage of me in broad daylight. But the reality is not how you see it.”

“I’m a good man,” he continued. “Yet, although it was never my true intention, I have punished the lazy man by doing his job, punished the thief by handing him the money he asked for, and punished the coward by sacrificing myself to save him. And if you do not see how I have punished them, then you have not yet had the opportunity to see true good and true evil.”

“I’m a good man,” he repeated. “And whether I’m dealing with good men or evil men, I always do the good thing. Whenever I can do good, I’ll do good. But I can see it in your eyes now, yes, I can see that you can no longer understand what good is and what evil is, can you? You live in a world beyond true good and evil. You live in a world of economic good and evil. We live in different dimensions. It’s only a coincidence that we drink in the same pub.”


This piece was first published on my Substack on September 12, 2025.

They Stand in the Way

Afterimages of
memes
and residues of
reels
still hover in my head. They
linger and stand in the way
of…

They stand in the way.

All I can do is wait
until they
sink deeper into me
or just
just
finally
vanish. But
I’ve been waiting
and for so long,
and I cannot get past the brain fog.