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Sometimes I stare at the blinking cursor like it owes me something. I used to think I was buffering toward something — a job, a breakthrough, a version of myself with purpose. But mostly I just open tabs I don’t read, save things I never revisit, and scroll through other people’s bright ideas with greasy fingers. I’m somewhere between a glitch and a ghost. I wear a mask because it’s easier than a face. I make comics that don’t talk back. Stories with no dialogue, because I’ve said enough to strangers who never really heard me. I am like someone who never fully arrived. A name you find on a label half-peeled off a VHS. Anonymous... Welcome to the archive of things I almost started. 🕸 creator of “While the World Was Still" 💌 archive: [cachemelater.net] 🐜 mosquito thoughts // 🐈 stray realness // 🐰 masked maybe-man

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