revisiting the past traces of myself as marks left on the internet creates a weird feeling, but one that maybe means that my past self is seen by who i am today, despite the spectatorship nature of it all. how much actually does the summation of the internet collage of things that i associate deeply with my identity do reflect something about me? or that everything consists parts of you despite your lack of knowledge about it? is this cyber existence of myself not me or indeed is this virtuality actually who i am? living without a face and without the constraints that my social reality chains me to?











