Memory is a record.
People only have substance within the memories of other people. And that’s why there were all kinds of myself. There weren’t a lot of myself per se, I was just inside all sorts of people, that’s all.

shejestsatscars replied to your post: What even.

Wouldn’t the shells hurt? I mean they’re so scratchy.

I don’t even know the logistics of this but.

If there are shells, yes.

Worse.

What if they are out of the shell.

Because that I cannot even begin to parse.