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it’s so weird to have this prose that’s like a self.  Because I know there’s no self.  So it’s very fake.  It’s just writing.  Everyone knows all writing is some writing projected onto a page or screen and isn’t actually a self.  It’s strange hearing the voice of it, that’s what seems like a self.  It’s creepy.  It’s the voice and its consistency in my head, and how it’s just slightly displaced from my actual voice, which doesn’t exist.  It’s a fake of something that doesn’t exist.  It doesn’t go with anything.  It keeps trying to close itself and be a thing with a back part, the end.