I’m 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust.
It’s like there is an idea of me; some kind of abstraction. But there is no *REAL* me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.