Who am I, when it’s overwhelmingly dark? Who am I, alone in this expanding gloom? Who am I, staring at weakly flickering candles? Who am I, writing in this otherwise unlit room? Who am I, untethered from the global clatter? Who am I, in this quiet city amid stark and present stars? Who am I, sitting solely with myself? Who am I, sans my avatars?
— Michael Kraft
This article appears in Paolo Todd.
Excellent piece of work. Love the ending, which was so true for me as well.