Some days I don’t feel like me anymore. I am a post-me me, me’s ghost from before but also the progenitor of the next me but will there be a next me that is as valid as previous me, as the me now feels, as previously stated, like a post-me me but is also ironically more me than what came before? Perhaps death is just close. Perhaps the rest is merely a kind of purgatory, the heat death of giving a shit. Too many system snapshots—solid state drive cat is not made of gigabytes.