I know not who you are, nor where you are from. I know a name. What is a name these days?
$50 will change it officially. It means little.
I know nothing about you other than those glimpses that you reveal to me every so often, existing in separate worlds otherwise.
And yet ... you seem to know me.
Maybe this is because I put my heart and soul into what I share. Maybe you just get the vibes and are good at reading my response. I don't know.
And, if names, if people, are lies, then I want to know the idea, because people die in the name of ideas. They die to defend them.
I do know that somewhere is a person I want to know. A private person that reveals bit by bit, himself on the world wide web, and somehow manages to keep himself, as always, an enigma.