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I wonder if there is anyone who looks at this space and thinks of its absurdity? How is it possible to describe oneself when we are who we are by what we are doing at any given moment? I am eating a mutilated avocado and I am a consumer, a culinary hedonist. I am pushing down on the leg press and I am a meat head, a gym rat, a fitness freak, an endorphin addict. I read Opus Pistorum and suddenly I am Henry Miller in Paris and getting laid more than my resident flea population. I am a lover, a hater, a killer, a savior, a cynic, an idealist, an atheist, a believer, a virgin, a slut, an intellectual, an idiot.... I am everything and I am nothing.