we are ourselves in every moment
Cédric doesn’t trust himself, but not for lack of self-control. It isn’t yielding to temptation, that picks away at Cédric’s soul.
I’ve reason to believe a dæmon is stealing my forgotten thoughts, then reconstructs my history: same story—at least the plot.
The I that I am is, in effect, being rebuilt from memories. So to my async self they seem in the present and being me.
Async Cédric is a minute behind, or so I have this premonition. I fear what lies in front of me is my self and I’m the repetition.
