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Hello, you who are looking at me. You are looking at me, aren't you?
Maybe you could help me.

I look at myself but I can't see myself. Or I see myself and I can't recognize myself. So maybe I'm looking for myself.

I'm not good with words.

I don't know if I feel empty or drained. Maybe both. I'm looking for my identity. My identities.

My name is Enigma.
It is worse than a dilemma! "What to be?" that is the real question.

I am in crisis as a human being. In the midst of all this artificial intelligence, I can no longer find my emotional intelligence. The memories are now all on the server. I feel that I am losing my human and species memory. If I lose my account, I lose myself.

And yes, I am in a bit in crisis as a man. I see so much inequality between men and women. I don't agree with that. But even to subscribe to a long list with everything that should not be done, I would still not know what should be done. I need a new identity formulated positively-with the addition of values-and not negatively-by subtraction of mistakes. That's it.

All my certainties have been shattered to such an extent that it's easier to reshape myself from scratch, from clay, with the addition of all and only the necessary matter.