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.