One Year of Three Random Words

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For the past year, I have taken on an anti-mnemonic identity. Instead of a memorable name, I went by a high-entropy string cycled every new moon to elude recollection. Like a password. I presented myself this way online, but also in person out of a sense of "commitment" to a "bit."

The main question people asked was why? And characteristically, I would always give a different answer. But the truth was I didn't quite know myself. As in, literally, I did not know my self. Who I was. The mind has a way of tucking this question out of view, and when forced to confront it, I shattered.

But the bit is getting old. There's no mystery, no hidden genius. I'm just some guy. So I think I'll adopt a permanent pseudonym after this one. Thank you, dear readers, for your patience and neuroplasticity.

Sincerely,